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| So a few weeks ago for Humanities we had to watch the Charlie Chaplin film "The Kid". While it's definately amazing, one thing that struck me was that this kid... 
Would later grow up to become... 
Uncle Fester!!! Add that to the list of things I've learned thus far at college. | | |
| Ah, the lengths one will go to to avoid doing work... One week into classes and already I'm sick of work. Not the classes though, love them, just....I never want to read anything. Ever. Again. And coming from me, that's saying a lot. (The following is a small list of exceptions: IMs, love letters, street signs, nutritional facts. Everything else, forget it. My brain will explode. And you'll have to clean it up.) College. Still adjusting, I suppose, which is expected. It's getting better, definately a huge leap away from that first night where no one had moved in yet except myself and I sat on my bed wondering if it was at all possible to go back to being a Kindergarten student again. I liked that grade. But anyway, now there's actually people here and things are considerably better. Frankly, I'm sick of describing college, and it's not really what's on my mind right now. What I want to know is how come I like donut holes but not the whole donut. How is that possible? Or more importantly, how is it possible that I haven't learned yet that putzing around is a dangerous act for me when there's school work involved? Didn't the fact that junior and senior year bit me in the ass serve as some kind of lesson to me to, well, not putz around instead of doing work? Will I ever learn? Seems unlikely. I mean, it's not like I'm here to learn or some shit like that. Seriously. What do you take me for? | | |
| Goals for this week:
-Wake up before 12. Because it's not right when you're ready to take on the day at four in the afternoon.
-Pack. And pack. Annnnndddd....pack, mayhaps?
-Buy things I actually need for school (I do not need more t-shirts. Unless I gain a ton of weight suddenly I will not need any more t-shirts for several years. I need to go cold turkey with this buying unnecessary t-shirts habit)
-Hang out as much as I can with those people still left (still left...Jeez, it makes it sound like everyone's dying instead of going off to college. Dare I say....same difference?)
-Get done all the books I've been juggeling (I think the count's up to four at this point) God knows once school starts I will have more than enough reading without my own pile of books I keep meaning to get through.
Why am I sharing all this here? I don't know...maybe so I can have someone smack me if I don't get this list done? Or maybe so I can procrastinate actually doing the things on my list. Hmm, I wonder...
Would it be bad if I took time to ponder this instead of working on my list?
All signs point to yes. | | |
| I'm on a roll with the blog updates tonight. And since that seems like a roll I've been avoiding lately, I figure I'll take advantage of it.
Stuff has happened. The most significant of which seems to be that I made cotton candy today (what, you were expecting something of meaning?) Aparently, it was decided at work that what the kids need the most on their last day is pounds upon pounds of sugar. I helped in the dispencing of this sugar, thanks to a rental cotton candy machine and several flavors of cotton candy sugar (Did you know, by the way, that there is such a thing as pina colada cotton candy? Not that we had that...but it's good to know for future reference, I suppose) Somehow the strength of the machine was that that whoever was twirling the cotton candy got covered in it themselves, so that by the end of all this my face, clothes, and hair looked like they took a stroll through miles of blue and pink spider webs.
Besides this, my last day of work was rather nice. I received gifts, tips, paychecks, and the false notion that the last eight weeks of work was fun and relaxing. Interesting to see was that most of the people I talked to at work were adults. There's plenty of high school aged kids there, so I can't think of any reason why my goodbyes were mostly aimed at middle aged co workers. I think I just find it easier to get along with adults, as I usually feel like I'm on a completely different plane than most people my age. I don't know if it's a higher or lower plane...but most teenager stuff, well, I don't get it. Yet when it comes down to it I'd take my different plane-ness over being one of the masses any day. Be unique! Rah rah rah! Ect.
So now that work's over, here comes college and it's many preperations. With move in day looming closer I've realized that there's a lot of people who I haven't seen, or haven't gotten to spend quality time with (I hate that term 'quality time'. What's a better way to phrase that?) So if you want to change that before the school year, let me know. Ok? Ok.
Completely un-related, I've found this website ( www.emotioneric.com the link button doesn't want to work for me...) to be a great boredom killer. Basically, this guy acts out different emotions. But it's funny, I promise. Just trust me. | | |
| I really don't feel like being descriptive. So here's everything in the nutshell of nutshells.
School is pretty much over and I haven't gotten used to it yet. Prom sucked at first because I nearly killed myself and Dave driving there, but once I got over that whole rush it was definately worth staying up 22 hours straight for. I have pictures, of that and of other events, which I will post when I am not the lazy ass that I am now. Community study is pretty good, except for the fact that they play Radio Disney overhead the entire time so I've heard the same songs from High School Musical so much I think I might vomit. Listening to loud obscene songs after work helps though. I am not screwing up the phones as much as I once was. I'm waiting for my dad to bring my mom home from the hospital and he hasn't yet so now I'm getting worried because I want to see her before I have to leave for community study. I'm hella busy lately and it's pissing me off because thrown into all this is a stupid paper I have to write for English even though we're done with school and you shouldn't have to do schoolwork on community study and I am so tempted to just not do it it's not even funny. And I have to go back to school to perform Bang Bang You're Dead. And get my wisdom teeth out. And now this is just undescriptive bitching so I'll stop.
Oh, and I have a facebook now. It's addicting.
I usually write better than this...just not now I suppose. Sigh.
High Ho, High Ho, it's off to work I go. | | |
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