Summertime

This blog has kind of gone to the wayside, as my personal online journals tend to do. I'm spending a lot of time recently gardening and reading, and thank god, there isn't much for me to complain talk about. I am thankful for the three-ish weeks of summer vacation. I am trying not to sleep all day every day, and I'm very keen on keeping up with my new found hobby. Gardening has such interesting rewards; watching things grow that you planted is pretty great. I'm branching out and trying to listen to new music, read new books, and refresh my insights. I'm feeling very good lately.

Look, I made a thing!

Distasteful

There is a strange infatuation today with being disconnected from reality and responsibility. VICE does these articles talking about drugs and 20something twerps with their heads shoved so far and for so long up their asses that they forgot to take them out. Tao Lin, 26, 'author', and pill popping dork writes a book about stealing Chinese made t-shirts from American Apparel and selling them on eBay to make money to eat out at organic restaurants in Williamsburg. And he's touted as a new Gonzo writer, telling the work what it's 'really' like. What? WHAT? How on earth did this self-esteem driven generation become so shallow and boring? I like Xanax and wine, buying my clothes from thrift stores and getting records from my grandparents collection, too. But there is a psychological drop off that I seem to have missed. When did it become fucking cool to be so dumb and self-absorbed? It's gross. And I'm over it. I have decided to distance myself from the internet except for on the weekends, unliking (stupid internet vocabulary) VICE on Facebook, and generally disregarding people in my generation for the next few months. I'm burnt out.

Weird Wednesday

My day has consisted of feeling groggy, being woken up my my neighbor only to lie and tell him Ryan was asleep after being up super late the night before. And then walking to school, scuffing up the bottom of my cute kitten heel shoes, being the classroom grump discussing Brilliant Traces. Getting tea and not enough honey to sweeten it so now it's just bitter. Finalizing the mediocrity that will me my comm presentation, and then realizing I still have an hour to kill before class starts. Print out (8 pages) my English paper. And proceed to realize the projector in class is totally screwed up. So, while standing on a desk in heels, I tried to readjust it, almost fell, had a fellow student ask me what would be on the test for theater, and had a teacher walk in on me (all while on the desk, mind you). I'm not sure why today has been so silly, but it's not even OVER YET. You can stop badgering me when ever you would like, Universe. Pictures are evidence of the dumb projector and my face looking disgruntled. Happy Wednesday!

Rambling Nonsense

     I've not been on Tumblr for 3 days now. It's like withdrawing from a minor addiction. I'm anxious that my queue will run out. How terribly sick is that? I am not even really ever doing anything when I'm on there... Just clicking a pretty picture, hitting the 'add to queue' function, and scroll scroll scroll repeat. It's a horrible waste of time and I miss it. Terribly. Honestly, it's where I get most of my news, learn about new ideas, and keep in touch with the interesting people I've met all over the world. 

I'm hopeless. And hopelessly addicted to that silly website.

     Also, I've recently become quite fond of the justified format for text layouts. I just finished a ~1000 word essay regarding The Rubaiyat... Finalized it in justified. SCREW YOU, MLA FORMAT. You boring loser. I hate Arial 12 point font with every fiber of my being. It's just so boring. I've also become a bit on the anti-serif side. I think it looks a bit crowded.

    Yep. I'm losing it. I've become impartial to a font and now I have the desire to inform anyone who will read this of the fact. 

     I need a hobby. And a vacation. And a few thousand dollars to buy a new car (not going to happen). 

Why did I start writing this blog again? I don't really need a place to talk about my neurotic tendencies. 

Queen Procrastinator

506/1000 word paper on The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam: check.
Mediocre Theatre Appreciation play analysis for the abomination/time killer that was Brilliant Traces turned in: check.
Horrendous prezi.com presentation on the movie Think Like a Man due Wednesday and not even close to being finished: check.

    I am under then impression that, given another week of school, I could have done a fantastic job on all of these projects. But, since pretty much everything is due 2 days from now and I've become Queen Procrastinator, they will suck and I'll take the hit. I'm sure I won't fail any of them, I'm just turning in faint traces of what they could be.

     Instead of writing about the importance of 10th century Persian poetry in the 21st century, I'll crawl into bed with my man and my cat and read some trashy Fantasy novel about Dragons and Elves. That seems muccccch more to my speed right now. Tomorrow, I'm going to get up early (probably not true), write 300 words before noon, eat lunch, do some yoga, and then meet up with my Comm class group. Upon meeting with them, I'll force myself to do as little as possible, try not to threaten their lives, and laugh at the occasional ill-timed interruption disguised as a joke.

     

     Oh, spring semester, I am over you. We should start seeing other people for a while.

     

End of Semester: Self Evaluation Time!

College, where no one actually knows what is going on until it's almost over!

  I've been in a really strange place these last few months. Not really sure when the emotional instability weaseled it's way back onto my path, but I'm dealing with it as it comes. Positive thinking, sleeping regularly, meditation, and the odd gym attendance sure does help. Maybe there is something to this whole "healthy mind, healthy body" thing I've heard.

     My boyfriend and I have been talking a lot lately about the career choices we're going to have to make in the next few years. I've had a hard time trying to get a handle on my skill set, the things that make me a viable player in the field of ADULT JOBS. What do they want from me? 

     I'm going to be taking Spanish in the fall, and in my free time (haha) studying German again. I've begun trying to learn Java and HTML (why would I ever need this?!). I'm going to highly consider postponing my summer classes next year and applying for internships. I'm only just now done with my first semester as a Sophomore in college and already, I've started playing the "to go to grad school or not" game. As a History major at a mediocre college (that just added State to it's name, woooo), it's hard to picture all sorts of wonderful opportunities falling in my lap. 

     I'm going to pretty much be following my professors around for the next 2-ish years, begging for scraps. And I don't even know if I want to teach or not. But if I don't, what would I do with a BA in World History?! I've always wanted to be a college professor, big office full of interesting things I've collected from my travels... That's not as practical an idea as I once thought. Tenure track professors are so rare these days, and I'm NOT going to be an adjunct, no benefits, at less than $20,000 a year. Not when I can teach at a mediocre high school and make more. 

     I'd love to work in a history museum, handling rare artifacts. To do that, I would have had to start applying for internships last year, not taken 2 years off from school, and have a .3% higher GPA than I do now for that to happen. I feel a bit stuck. Here's to you, Liberal Arts Majors, with your books weighing down your bags, your hair a mess, the underside of your wrists bruised from typing for hours on end. I feel for you.