Here’s to irresponsibility!
EDIT: upon getting to the sushi place, we found it was closing. So we backtrack and stop for greek, a cheaper, quicker alternative. Also closed. At this point, I want to get back to campus. I took half an hour off and there was still plenty to be done. The group wanted to go out for pizza…well, I couldn’t spare the time, so I begin walking back myself…until one of them decides to walk with me, as long as we can stop at Kum N Go for a drink. Ok. Sure. Wait…Kum N Go…have you ever had those moments when all you really wanted was a gas station hot dog?
Sitting at my desk late, in quiet room, with a gas station hot dog, a bag of smart food popcorn, and a 32 oz diet coke, while being extremely productive. A dinner of champions, and it was wonderful!
On demand, two hour essay, tomorrow…to get out of freshman english. I know I can do it. It will probably happen? I’m still scared…
a big deal. If it doesnt happen…I’ll have to rearrange my spring schedule, and be embarrassed for talking a big game. We’ll see….
It’s weird to be listening to Cada Que, not at home, not drinking a sangria soda, and not doing homework for Mrs. Dierking or Grahamalam or Senor or something…
I’m sitting at my desk drawing triangles and wishing my stomach could handle another cup of coffee.
What a change from this time last year!
“He’s a complete bad-ass! To use the technical term.”
“Are you reading this thinking, ‘Why is this funny? I am a moral person! I go to church! I like puppies!’”
All too often, studying takes place of doing fun things, and almost 100 percent of the time said fun things are events I had been really looking forward to. Like TONIGHT. Can I just whine a little bit about how I’m not learning how to make monotypes right now? Or, I could make a list:
Studying and other academic burdens has edged out:
- pleasure reading
- international film festival
- printmaking club
- free docent training
Back to the grind…
Somewhere back there I left my worries all behind.
My problems fell out of the back of my mind.
We’re going and I’m never knowing where we’re going.
To go back to where I was would just be wrong.
I’m pressing on.
Pressing on, all my distress is going, going, gone.
And I won’t sit back, and take this anymore.
‘Cause I’m done with that, I’ve got one foot out the door.
And to go back where I was would just be wrong
I’m pressing on.
I think we’re going somewhere.
We’re on to something good here.
My all time favorite band of middle and early high school is coming to my college next month. While I no longer follow Relient K on a regular basis, have missed the last album or two, and don’t listen nearly as much, there will always be a deep rooted fondness. I listened to them during my most formidable years. As I changed, so did their style, and the two always seemed to go hand-in-hand. Now, look where I am: so far from where I was and a very changed person from the last time Relient K and I were together (freshman year, at the Pageant).
Isn’t it fitting that we would meet again at a such a huge new crossroad?
(I think the Greater Power has quite the sense of humor.)
RELIENT K AND JACKS MANNEQUIN AT MY UNIVERSITY NOVEMBER 6
JE SUIS TRES PUMPED
Looking back over old photos, I realize…my heart does not ache for Madrid any less. Two more semesters…two! only two more semesters….
The internet is randomly being not slow, meaning I can (and currently am) watch(ing) the last five or so episodes of project runway as I work on the design project that is so very far from where it should be. Keepin me awake!