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I wish I could actually write something new everyday but it seems like perhaps my daily experiences aren't as interesting as to be worth remembering. On the other hand, my memory seems to have developed some sort of leak and I have trouble short-term wise nowadays.
School and work are fine, tiring but fine. I really want to go somewhere fun and just chill and hopefully I'll get the days I asked off (March 14-18) for at work for Spring Break (March 10-18). It'd be cool since K-T's birthday is Wednesday, March 14th and St. Pattie's Day is the Saturday, March 17th and somewhere in between then, I'll hopefully end up on the beach. We shall see.
This week went by fast and I work tomorrow, Saturday, and probably Sunday. Good times. At least payday is tomorrow!
One of my manager's birthdays is this weekend and she invited me to go out to a local club/pub/whatever tonight, so I think I'll go and be social and 21 and all. I'm still not entirely used to it, but whatever, I'll be 60 before I know it and that seems sad.
For my Adolescent Lit class we just finished reading The Notebook Girls, which is pretty much a non-fiction diary written by four girls in NYC during their high school years. Reminded me of the end of the year notebook thing we did back at JWJ (and Stanton? I don't remember, heh) and out of curiousity I looked on Facebook to see whether the girls are on there and they are. It's pretty damn weird. It's so strange to hold in my hand something written by someone that I can contact on facebook and who is only a year younger than me. I guess it further proves my Bio/Fantastic Anthro professor's view that anything can be published in terms of a book. That and even though the book says non-fiction, it's hard to grasp the true meaning of it till you find the authors on a website that you obsessively check at least three times a day.
The book itself is rather lurid and filled with a lot of drug-use and fairly vulgar sexual innuendo(e)s, things that I don't really seem to recall thinking about or doing back in Stanton, so it was kind of an eye-opener in reading it. And yeah, I know Stanton is far from the typical high school, but it seems weird that 15 and 16 year olds would smoke so much pot, yearn for so much cock (or ass, depending), and just be so ridiculous. Not to mention that they went to a fairly prestigious public school in NYC, comparable to Stanton, I believe. Oh well, I think that I was just naive back in the day and socially retarded, as well.
In all honesty, it feels like I'm in high school currently and just now I had a weird moment of realizing that I'm on my own and not living at home. What a brilliant insight, eh? I guess maybe I do need to start thinking about Grad school if not for the fact that I'm not ready to just jump out and work come May 2008, but that my Mom's health insurance will cover me up to 26 years of age only if I stay a full-time student. So yeah, Master's much?
I just hope I can figure some shit out before UF gives me the boot. It would be really awesome to end up doing something with Russian and maybe Anthro at the same time. Digging up old villages in rural Russia? Maybe, but probably not since that would entail being out of the United States and probably forsaking modern plumbing. I guess we'll see if I can handle that eventually. For now, I just need to spend more time outside and out in the world. And also get the oil in the Geo changed since I'm in possession of a vagina and need someone to do it for me. I just hope I don't get charged too much for something that I can make Chris do. Sigh.
Sometimes I wish that when I was growing up, I had taken the initiative and learned stuff from my Dad other than school-type stuff. I don't want to end up having people do things for me like fix my car and unclog my plumbing and while it's convenient and a hell of a lot easier, it makes me feel to lazy and stupid. I want to do shit for myself and that's why I don't regret working with Chris at the CVS stores and various hotels. Installing shit and fixing stuff made me feel useful. I could actually see that I was making a difference. I just hope that whatever I end up doing is as satisfying as installing a new phone system and seeing it in action for the first time. Every time I walk by the damn photo machine at either of the Wal-Marts here in town, I take pride knowing I helped install the thing. It's a pretty gratifying feeling and while I highly doubt I could actually do that for a living, one never knows.
I should go and call home now since I'm a good person like that. Heh. Man, I can't wait for Spring Break and this summer. Good times to be had indeed.
School and work are fine, tiring but fine. I really want to go somewhere fun and just chill and hopefully I'll get the days I asked off (March 14-18) for at work for Spring Break (March 10-18). It'd be cool since K-T's birthday is Wednesday, March 14th and St. Pattie's Day is the Saturday, March 17th and somewhere in between then, I'll hopefully end up on the beach. We shall see.
This week went by fast and I work tomorrow, Saturday, and probably Sunday. Good times. At least payday is tomorrow!
One of my manager's birthdays is this weekend and she invited me to go out to a local club/pub/whatever tonight, so I think I'll go and be social and 21 and all. I'm still not entirely used to it, but whatever, I'll be 60 before I know it and that seems sad.
For my Adolescent Lit class we just finished reading The Notebook Girls, which is pretty much a non-fiction diary written by four girls in NYC during their high school years. Reminded me of the end of the year notebook thing we did back at JWJ (and Stanton? I don't remember, heh) and out of curiousity I looked on Facebook to see whether the girls are on there and they are. It's pretty damn weird. It's so strange to hold in my hand something written by someone that I can contact on facebook and who is only a year younger than me. I guess it further proves my Bio/Fantastic Anthro professor's view that anything can be published in terms of a book. That and even though the book says non-fiction, it's hard to grasp the true meaning of it till you find the authors on a website that you obsessively check at least three times a day.
The book itself is rather lurid and filled with a lot of drug-use and fairly vulgar sexual innuendo(e)s, things that I don't really seem to recall thinking about or doing back in Stanton, so it was kind of an eye-opener in reading it. And yeah, I know Stanton is far from the typical high school, but it seems weird that 15 and 16 year olds would smoke so much pot, yearn for so much cock (or ass, depending), and just be so ridiculous. Not to mention that they went to a fairly prestigious public school in NYC, comparable to Stanton, I believe. Oh well, I think that I was just naive back in the day and socially retarded, as well.
In all honesty, it feels like I'm in high school currently and just now I had a weird moment of realizing that I'm on my own and not living at home. What a brilliant insight, eh? I guess maybe I do need to start thinking about Grad school if not for the fact that I'm not ready to just jump out and work come May 2008, but that my Mom's health insurance will cover me up to 26 years of age only if I stay a full-time student. So yeah, Master's much?
I just hope I can figure some shit out before UF gives me the boot. It would be really awesome to end up doing something with Russian and maybe Anthro at the same time. Digging up old villages in rural Russia? Maybe, but probably not since that would entail being out of the United States and probably forsaking modern plumbing. I guess we'll see if I can handle that eventually. For now, I just need to spend more time outside and out in the world. And also get the oil in the Geo changed since I'm in possession of a vagina and need someone to do it for me. I just hope I don't get charged too much for something that I can make Chris do. Sigh.
Sometimes I wish that when I was growing up, I had taken the initiative and learned stuff from my Dad other than school-type stuff. I don't want to end up having people do things for me like fix my car and unclog my plumbing and while it's convenient and a hell of a lot easier, it makes me feel to lazy and stupid. I want to do shit for myself and that's why I don't regret working with Chris at the CVS stores and various hotels. Installing shit and fixing stuff made me feel useful. I could actually see that I was making a difference. I just hope that whatever I end up doing is as satisfying as installing a new phone system and seeing it in action for the first time. Every time I walk by the damn photo machine at either of the Wal-Marts here in town, I take pride knowing I helped install the thing. It's a pretty gratifying feeling and while I highly doubt I could actually do that for a living, one never knows.
I should go and call home now since I'm a good person like that. Heh. Man, I can't wait for Spring Break and this summer. Good times to be had indeed.