15 things that have come to my attention.
1. I live in the GHET-TO.
2. I spent a LOT of money last month.
3. I am going to need a MIRACLE to survive the rest of this semester.
4. I like writing in CAPITALS for emphasis.
5. I miss my best friend.
6. I love my family.
7. It is EFFING COLD outside.
8. I need an oil change.
9. I am SO ready to graduate and move on with life.
10. I think I ate an expired tortilla today.
11. I am not in a Halloween-y mood this year.
12. I hate my job.
13. I thrive off caffeine.
14. I am PISSED at Lost right now.
15. I am writing pure bollocks for my Perception paper.
yay me. how are you?
I can procrastinate better than you.
Really. I can. So as I sit here attempting to write my Perception paper (3 hours later)...I thought I might as well write a little post. Too much has happened in the past few weeks - some wonderful times and some incredibly low times.
This has been, by far, the hardest semester of my life that I can remember. If it's not one thing, it's another. And the thing is, I don't see the light at the end of the tunnel...if anything, it just keeps moving further away.
I'm really thinking of quitting my job. If I'm already in THIS deep and it's October, I don't want to know what it's going to be like at the end of November. Maybe I'm a whiner, but I just don't know if I can keep this up. I would ask for fewer hours at work (again), but I know they would just end up asking me to fill in for people, to which I am terrible at saying no. I don't want to quit because it IS nice getting paychecks every couple of weeks - they made it possible for me to go to Phoenix and have a good time in London. And the lady who hired me is such a sweetheart - but I don't even work for her anymore because I got moved to Club Red (by no decision of mine). AND next semester should be a world easier. So maybe I should just put sleep and health and sanity on hold for a few months... Is it worth it?
I can always find a new job next semester right? The whole bookstore is going downhill quick anyway...I'm pretty sure the people there who make it bearable will be gone by next semester as well. Advice anyone?
27 hours.
Seriously. That's how long it took me to get from Jemma's door to my door. Boo George Bush and his International "Airport". (don't underestimate the air quotes..."thanks"). But despite sleep deprivation and no in-flight films, it was well worth it...times two. Probably a little too much shopping, a little too much drinking, a little too much dancing, and not enough sleeping. But I got to be a London-er again for a few days - much needed. Saw so many good friends, traipsed around Camden, walked through the streets that are still so familiar, rode the train past hillsides and towns...it was so oddly normal, if that makes any sense. I miss it already... Perfection. Gum would be perfection. (Gum would be perfection?) Sigh.
Life.
Long story short - I had the best weekend I've had in a really long time. See the sister's blog if you want details. She is pretty much amazing and showed me a wonderful time. Even if she hadn't, it probably still would have been amazing because she's just so awesome. Yeah that's right PAL. She rocks. Okay BUDDY? And don't even think of mocking my totally sweet adjectives alright there, CHIEF? Okay. Desperately didn't want to head back to Lincoln...but I did anyway. Hooray for being back at work, school, and crazy busy-ness.
Danny's birthday was today, and in honor of him turning 23, we went to ChuckE CheeseS. Quite possibly the most frightening place I've ever been in my life. It was like a live-action version of Lester's Opossum Park from A GOofy Movie. *SHUDDER* But we had fun and then moved on to The Mill for some watered down coffee in an environment free of animatronic rodents.
The next day and a half are going to be sheer hell. I'm trying to take care of a LOT of shit before Friday. Why? Because Friday I head to LONDON! Woohoo, right? Right - except that my floor to crash upon has been MIA lately...and I'd really like to know if the offer still stands. I told my mom it was all taken care of - just so she wouldn't freak. It's not lying if it's for someone's own good right?
So. Summary. Phoenix and sister = bitchin. ChuckE CheeseS = a live nightmare. Next 2 days = bad. That is all.
Tuesday's Gone...With the wind...
Life has calmed down but not at all - if that makes any sense. I think the craziness of it all has been momentarily displaced onto long-term, future worries. Which frees up my present-tense mind. It's nice now and then.
Today was awesome. Perception lecture about distance judgment (NOT depth perception), a film all about The Pill for Women's Studies, Modern Art lecture about Russian Constructivism and De Stijl, and last but not least, a Clincial Psych lecture about interviews and conducting therapy. Awesome. I already said that. Just wanted to reiterate.
Laya and I saw The Last Kiss on Monday night - good stuff. Very honest and unapologetic. And maybe most importantly in my book, thought-provoking. Especially after a weekend where the top film in our country was Jackass 2. "America. America." Ok so that was a random quote from Rent. The SHOW not the wannabe film which I just saw a couple weeks ago. Call me a snob, but you just really shouldn't make Broadway shows into films. Way too much is lost in translation (amazing film by the way). Oops, rant. Sorry.
I didn't have much to say when I began this post. And this is too obvious as I end it. I should delete it altogether. But for the sake of stating my existence, I'll post it. You are officially updated.
*Ha. When I spell-checked, it said the word "wannabe" should be "amoeba". Right. Beacuse that's the same.
