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Monday, 17 March 2008

Back to school! Hurray!

I'm so sad that my freshman year will be over in 6-8 weeks! I can't believe how fast it went! I still have so many little plans boiling in my head that I haven't even started working on that have to do with my floor. Such as certain people on my floor who I really like and have never gotten around to making a solid move on. Why am I such a fool?

If nothing else, this will have taught me to be less of a procrastinator, in all ways.

However I'm eating Trader Joe's Ginger Snaps, so life doesn't look too bleak.

I don't know. I always get emotional when I realize that chapters of my life are coming to a very discrete close. It's just hard to realize that life goes on, whether I want it to or not.

It's also right around now that I resolve to be more industrious, because more often than not I will have slacked off all year, thinking that I can make it up in the final few months.

Damn, I really need to plan more.

Oh, last night I experienced sleep paralysis! It was actually really awful. I was having a nightmare, and I knew I was asleep, but I couldn't wake up, even though I was trying as hard as I could. It was a really, really awful experience.

And I'm addicted to Dinosaur Comics and xkcd now...but that has nothing to do with my nightmare. Unless it's my nightmare about never getting anything done, dammit.

Sunday, 02 March 2008

Hi Jordan. I'm going to try to ignore the fact that you found this because it creeps me out.

Relay for Life was last night, and now I have to design a machine for my Mechanical Engineering class running on zero hours of sleep.

Oh, and some kid was following me around for at least four hours last night. I was getting so frustrated with him. I'd just met him that night, and WOOP! He attached his little tentacles to me. I guess he thought I was cute or something, but it was sooooo irritating. I hate it when people invade my space.

But on the upside, I got to watch the sky get light. I think the most ethereal time of day is that space between sunrise and dark when the entire world seems to be suffused with a gray glow. It reminds me of an Apple store.

Me and Ashley totally won the Project Runway challenge. We are so cool! We are the best! Apparently there's an Americas Next Top Model open call in StL sometime soon. I kind of want to go just to see if I would get anywhere at all.

Thursday, 21 February 2008

Franglais

I'm calling my entry that because I read one line of French - I think in Dustin's xanga - and now I keep thinking in it. It's a new feeling, to be bilingual enough that I my thoughts switch over. Now I understand why sometimes people switch when they are drunk.

It's a strange feeling, being industrious. Over the past week or so, I've started to actually manage my time. This is honestly the first time since maybe middle school that I've given my schoolwork fair consideration.

I think I've solved one of life's biggest roadblocks. It turns out that the key to overcoming apathy is doing something you actually care about. Who would have thought? That, and having some semblance of a goal in sight. Amazing! This probably all sounds very obvious, but it's new to me.

Have you ever noticed how different everything looks when you are in a good mood? Everything around seems to have its own inner light. Suddenly even the coffee-colored slush on the road looks beautiful.

Tuesday, 19 February 2008

Beauty vs. Brains

"What is there in a pair of pink cheeks and blue eyes, forsooth? these dear moralists ask, and hint wisely that the gifts of genius, the accomplishments of the mind, the mastery of Mangnall's Questions, and a ladylike knowledge of botany and geology, the knack of making poetry, the power of rattling sonatas in the Herz-manner, and so forth, are far more valuable endowments for a female, than those fugitive charms which a few years will inevitably tarnish." (Thackeray, Vanity Fair)

I've been doing a lot of inward pondering lately. I do that; I'm introverted. But I've kind of come to the conclusion that I don't do enough to exercise my brain. It's so easy just to coast by on my average good looks and just let people let me say uninteresting things. If there's one thing I know for sure, it's that people let you get away with being uninteresting or even off-putting if you have a few charms.

I also feel like I am a genuinely interesting person, I'm just shy.

I've been feeling really unstimulated lately. I don't really know how to change that. Any suggestions? From the maybe 2 people who read this thing?

I'm just whining. Where better to whine than on the internet?

(nowhere)

My campus is swarming with people protesting Alberto Gonzales. It's annoying - I always feel like they look at me and silently judge me for not protesting with them. Protesters have such an irritatingly black and white view of the world. Also, they seem to have been born without a sense of humor.

Alberto Gonzalez is a dick though.

Friday, 14 December 2007

I'm nocturnal, like a wombat

Nothing much has been going on with me except boring shit, not to sound pessimistic.

I watched Secretary tonight while studying my French homework. That is one amazing movie. However, I am deeply disturbed by the messages it sends to young girls. I'm afraid that girls who watch this movie will sincerely believe that if you pee on a guy's chair and sit in it for 3 days, he will want to marry you. I just hope that this misconception doesn't ruin too many young, suggestible lives.

Not to mention the misconception that if you mail a guy a dead worm he will want to masturbate on your back. Again, I can think of so many easier ways to achieve that goal; none of which involve dead worms, which might be a turn-off for the ordinary guy. Believe it or not, I've never had to use a dead worm to entice boys into doing naughty things with me.

Finals are almost done with (yay). Soon I'll get to loaf around my house, and my parents will get to meet Jordan. Exciting times!