No Pressure, No Diamonds - Mary Case
It was so nice today, to come home and turn on my little coffee maker, brew my Latin American Starbucks java, get it hot from the pot, put it in my own cup and add milk, sugar, Irish cream, etc to taste, and VIOLA! Perfect coffee can bring such bliss. I feel like such an adult. Me and my little coffee maker. What a pair.
So this semester, final schedule: Biological Psychology, Geography Lab, Honors Art History, United States History to 1887, Business 119: Globalization & China, Yoga, maybe Swim
I feel alert but exhausted. I really want to go on this trip to DC, but Soref hasn’t called me back yet!!! Ahhh!
I’m getting into one of my quiet fazes… where I just sit and work, don’t really say much. These usually freak people out. I really need to be introverted right now. I need to sit and watch and listen. Observe. So much is learned this way. Like TV, TV is such crap! Really, look at the news subjectively. Then, look at these 8-9:00 PM “dramas”. I don’t even know where to start complaining. The point is, when I have children, our living room is NOT going to be designed around the TV, that’s for damn sure.
I want to paint. Paint MY feelings. I want to communicate in a way using something other than words. I’ve always been articulate in that department, but there are so many other ways to express yourself, and I need to explore them.
Also, when designing a home, the mainline to the home phone should not be in the center living room area that also contains the stupid TV, a kitchen, and the computer. Do I even need to explain how f***ing stupid this is? I can’t hear the TV (when I do humor myself and try to find what new lows they have reached) over the voicemail on loud speaker. A refrigerator and a TV so close are probably the basic equation for obtaining obesity (Dear America, I just solved almost all your problems, now all you have to do is fight terrorists), then how the hell can I even try to concentrate when everyone is cooking in the kitchen, on the phone and watching the TV. Are you kidding me? It’s fascinating I can pull these grades off.
Also, other stupid set-ups: My room. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen such a dysfunctional bookcase scenario in my life, and also: I’m sure my studies would have more opportunity to enhance if I had a desk instead of reading while laying in bed all the time.
Sometimes I wish there were a drug for motivation. A motivation stimulant. I would love to wake up in the morning, go for a nice walk, make coffee, read a news article, actually do my hair, etc before school. But instead, I set my alarm ½ an hour early to when I actually have to drag myself out of bed… because I know I’m going to want to wake up and lay in that warm comforting paradise just a few more minutes… I set about 5 alarms 5-10 minutes apart almost every morning… I also usually have my mom call me after the last alarm goes off so that I ACTUALLY get out of bed. Or maybe the best day, I’d like to grab a piece of fruit and go drive down to the beach 30 minutes before I have to start driving to school, de-stress myself, look at those gorgeous waves… I am so privileged to live where I do, I don’t want to waste another minute… I want to soak everything in… and looking at my first sentence in this paragraph… how ridiculous. Why is it that we just think all our problems can be solved with a drug; a stimulant; something to alter us; enhance us; fix us. Who says we are broken? Why is that the natural thought process?
The root of most of our problems I think begin with our inset ideologies.
Oh society, you’re annoying.
Why did I abandon psychology as my major? I think part of it was because that was what “everyone else was doing”. And you know me, I have to be unique, just like everyone else. I refused to take Spanish in high school, regardless of it’s supreme practicality. No, no no, I HAD to take French, for me, it was French or staying uni-lingual.
Last rant: I ordered a Chicken Ceaser Salad and the thing comes with like 70% Chicken, 30% salad. What the hell? I love protein, and I’m no vegetarian, but I love my veggies and I need the iron, so… let’s stick to the name bozos of the food production sector: it f it’s salad, lettuce should dominate. And, there is no such thing as too few tomatoes!