Friday, February 25, 2011

Things I should be doing:

-Working out
-Running (running is so awful it gets its own space)
-Going out with friends

Things I am doing:

-Wasting time on the computer
-Eating girl scout cookies
-Catching up on TV

But really, we all knew Productive Girl wasn't going to stick around.
I've successfully trapped her in the laundry room and don't plan on letting her out until 3 hours before my paper is due on Tuesday. Just cause I'm lazy doesn't mean I'm going to burn all my bridges. Unless Clive Owen finally stops lying to himself and admits I'm the only one for him. In which case I will walk into my classes and tell me teachers to suck it. Burn bridges burn.
Who am I kidding?
If Clive confessed his love I'd probably use his money and influence to get me into Georgetown.

Also, I saw this today. Seriously... who is this mysterious person making these?

Who are you and will you meet me for coffee? Or maybe a little bank robbing?

Monday, February 21, 2011

School sucks.
Well.. Homework sucks.
I actually like school. Shhh.
I didn't realize how much I missed learning. I like the taste of new ideas in my brain. I like forming arguments to support or disprove even when I don't actually have an opinion on what we're learning. I love forming a sentence that is beautiful. Does that even make sense?

The Boy is surprisingly supportive. Whenever we go out he proudly says "one adult and one student" and then hugs me and kisses me on the top of my head. It makes me smile. Although now that I think about it maybe it's not that he's supportive, maybe he's just cheap.

There are few things I regret in life. The break I took from school was partly from choice partly necessary. I didn't have parents that could pay for school. I also didn't have parents who taught me how to find scholarships. So as I watched my friends change their majors three times over and spend money and time on classes they didn't end up needing, I decided to wait until I knew what I wanted to do with my life before going back to school. Which resulted in a lengthy break from school.

But now I'm back. I decided to start with a community college, just to wet my feet. Going to a community college is a lesson in humility. Seriously. For the most part there are two types of people at a community college. The first is the angsty teenager except their adults type. My first day back in class I saw a goth. I haven't seen someone done up in goth since high school. I thought it was a rare sighting, something I should hurriedly snap a picture of and text to The Boy. Only it wasn't a rare sighting. Turns out I haven't seen any goths because they've all been hanging out in the smokers section of MCC. I see so many twenty somethings who are probably only going to class so they can stay on Mommy and Daddy's insurance. Maybe I am assuming too much. But I can't think of any other reason someone would go to class and never do the work. Which there are quite a few of in my class. They're not all goth. Some are punk, some are drunk, but all appear very lost and confused. The other type I see are the middle aged adults who are going back to school to improve their lot in life. They have bags under their eyes from doing work and school. I don't want to rag about them, but I have a hard time looking at them and believing that they will actually finish school. Kids, Work and school is a lot to juggle on one plate. Also, a lot to pay for. The adults have another thing working against them. Things have changed a lot since they went to school. I feel bad for them, but if I have to sit through one more explanation of how a power point works, or how to find one in BlackBoard....

I'm sure there are others out there like me. Other mid twenties who are working full time and would rather be lounging by the pool then doing homework but are excited about what they are learning in class. I'm hoping we will naturally gravitate towards each other. Then we can bitch about how hard it is to do school and work together.

Some days graduating seems impossible. The amount of years, money and homework appears insurmountable. It's hard not to get discouraged. Especially when it's time for my 07:30am class. I'll never be a morning person. Luckily, I love my classes.

I can't imagine how awful it will be next semester when I'm taking science and math.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

My little outdated phone finally died last week.
I dropped it one too many times. The Verizon guy actually asked me if I had thrown it under a speeding truck.
Poor thing. Although now that I think about it, it's the first phone that I haven't dropped in the bathtub. Hmm. Maybe I'm becoming more responsible.

So now I have a new phone and unlike all the other phones before it, there was minimum amount of swearing before fully understanding how to use the phone. Sometimes I hang up on people with my face, but otherwise I'm already a pro.

All my data was transferred. Except my saved texts. Texts that were saved whether through sentimental value or because they just made me giggle every time I read them. And even though I'm burying the phone, I want to save these texts. I'm notorious for not saving material items that should be of sentimental value, but I can't throw away words. I can't share all of them with you (cause I'm a lady) but I want to record the ones that made me happy hard enough that I couldn't erase them.

From Jocelyn:
"you have to read the Hunger Games. The main character's spirit reminds me soooo much of you! It's freaky"

From The Boy:
"A UPS bomb arrived today from amazon. It is ticking loudly on the counter"

From Tanner:
"Most kids my age get to say that their first album they ever owned was britney spears or backstreet boys. I get to say mine was weezers blue album. Thanks for being the cool sister and buying it for me for my tenth birthday"

From PJ:
"working until 6am? are you batman? you don't have to tell. Just blink twice if you're batman"

From PJ:
"Did you blink twice?"

From The Boy:

From Travis:
"I blame the preservatives in my fruit"

From Sully:
"saw a blog that reminded me of you. It's"

From Ryan:
"i've kicked three puppies today because of you. The end"

From Melynda:
"well looks like we're gonna have to be lesbians than...I can settle for being your wife"

From The Boy:
"Bodhi knows you should be home by now. He's been watching out the window for 45 mins"

From Sierra:
"you always seem so confident in everything. Even when you were a teenager. How do you not be self conscious?"

From Liz:
Awesome. But I want to wear it allll the time. Steampunk picnics, steampunk galas, slumber parties, girls night out... the library."

From Sierra:
just looked at your house pics on your blog... you know I turn 16 in two years and would make an amazing housemaid/happy little sister to live with :)

From Me:
Thanks squirt. But who knows where I'll be in two years. I doubt I'll still be living here.

From Sierra:
"oh I know. But I never said I wasn't against being a housemaid / happy little sister in Russia or Ireland :)"

From Me:
"How do you feel about third world countries? cold showers and big bugs? Cause that's more likely then not.."

From Sierra:
"I'd say.. see you in two years!"