Update and Rebate.
Things have been going pretty smoothly. I have the sudden urge to just run out to the mall and spoil myself...just buy myself a whole bunch of stuff. I never do that. I never treat myself to anything. Why don't I do that? Why would I feel guilty for doing that? I have no idea. But I think there is nothing wrong with treating yourself once in awhile. I really just want to buy more t-shirts because I am getting sick of the ones I already have, and sometimes when I have something new, like a new shirt, and I wear it; I feel good about myself. I feel beautiful. Conceited as it may sound, but I do. I know I am cute and I certainly have the charm to back it up. I have decided that I am also going to buy a book, just something to read. I need to read. I need to extend my vocabulary and stretch my imagination. I have no complaints about life and how it is going for me. The other day I went back and read my entire journal and I came to the conclusion that at least 80% of it is about how I used to dislike boys, and how I would be bitching about pointless, meaningless shit. I could have had a great day spent with my friends, yet I'd write about how a boy (who i don't even know) would piss me off somehow. That isn't right. How could I write about something so dumb like that, and not about the fun I had with my friends? I am glad I reread things so I can rethink my priorities...
Classes are finally done. Shew! I couldn't take it much longer. I need to start becoming more motivated and productive when it comes to my studies. I was such a good student when I first came to MSU and now I slack so much it makes even professional slackers look bad. Soon as fall comes, I will resort to my old ways of being a "good" student. But I'll leave the partying for this summer and maybe weekends during school.
and now a rant...
It's interesting to me that when I walk outside and look around, when I sit down in a room, when I go to a party, there always seems to be a seperation of race. I see whites in one corner and blacks in another. I don't understand it. It would seem as though Civil Rights and anti-segregation have not worked. We all still manage to segregate one another. When I am at work, I am the only white guy on furniture crew. Everyone else is black and I really don't mind because I like them all. But when its break time, and we join all the other crews, the room is always white on one side, black on the other. I sit with my friends. Regardless if they are black or white. It was Sarah and I, and maybe one other white person who sat where the blacks had congregated. I did not feel out of place at all. I enjoy sitting with them because they are all wonderful people and have great personalities. I just kinda noticed the seperation though and I just never really understood it. Do we think we don't have anything in common? Are we more comfortable with our own race? These are some questions I am sure that run through everyone's head. I have asked them myself but found that I do have things in common and that I am not uncomfortable. I am proud of myself for embracing diversity. It pains me that people see diversity as a bad thing and not a good thing. Society would benefit greatly if we all had that mind set. I cannot change the way people think. They have a right to think the way they do I guess.
Classes are finally done. Shew! I couldn't take it much longer. I need to start becoming more motivated and productive when it comes to my studies. I was such a good student when I first came to MSU and now I slack so much it makes even professional slackers look bad. Soon as fall comes, I will resort to my old ways of being a "good" student. But I'll leave the partying for this summer and maybe weekends during school.
and now a rant...
It's interesting to me that when I walk outside and look around, when I sit down in a room, when I go to a party, there always seems to be a seperation of race. I see whites in one corner and blacks in another. I don't understand it. It would seem as though Civil Rights and anti-segregation have not worked. We all still manage to segregate one another. When I am at work, I am the only white guy on furniture crew. Everyone else is black and I really don't mind because I like them all. But when its break time, and we join all the other crews, the room is always white on one side, black on the other. I sit with my friends. Regardless if they are black or white. It was Sarah and I, and maybe one other white person who sat where the blacks had congregated. I did not feel out of place at all. I enjoy sitting with them because they are all wonderful people and have great personalities. I just kinda noticed the seperation though and I just never really understood it. Do we think we don't have anything in common? Are we more comfortable with our own race? These are some questions I am sure that run through everyone's head. I have asked them myself but found that I do have things in common and that I am not uncomfortable. I am proud of myself for embracing diversity. It pains me that people see diversity as a bad thing and not a good thing. Society would benefit greatly if we all had that mind set. I cannot change the way people think. They have a right to think the way they do I guess.