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It's 5 AM, and I don't want to sleep. This has become a perpetually bad habit of mine. I crawl into bed at 2:30, then use facebook, myspace, wikipedia, and youtube to keep me up for another 2 or so hours. But I learn so much...I love the Internet...that's the one with the e-mail.
I'm wondering if my Livejournal has become obsolete. It's not as entertaining as it used to be, and I rarely put anything personal. In order to test this hypothesis, I've decided this will be my week of obsessive blogging. Each day for the next 7 or so I'll be posting something. It may not be much, but it'll be something. Based on the results of this experimental period, I'll need to decide whether or not I need to retire from the world of comfortably expressing myself behind the protection of a screen and a computer. I think it'll be good for me too, because maybe I'll do some self-reflection and analysis...or maybe I'll just bitch about television and make a few jokes at Nicole Richie's expense (speaking of which, when making a joke at Nicole Richie's expense in regards to eating disorders in Spanish class, know your audience, because when I did it, my joke was met with groans. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of how to say "too soon" in Spanish, so I said it in Enlgish then got a good laugh. Note to self: Your goal is no longer to become fluent in Spanish, but to become funny in Spanish).
I register for classes tomorrow. My preferred schedule you may wonder? (Or may not, but whatever, my classes will probably be cooler than anything you ever end up taking):
1) Spanish 301: Oral Communication (This is where one of my friends learned the verb "apalear" which apparently translates as "to beat with a stick")
2) Spanish 308D: Grammar and Composition Level 5 (My entire Spanish class is attempting to transplant itself from this semester all into the same class next semester, which would rock. Granted, grammar and comp isn't the most exciting topic, but if I get the same core group of about 5 or 6 people in my class, it'll be boundlessly entertaining...mmmm....brazos fuertes)
3) Cracks in the Republic: Discontent, Dissent, and Protest in America During the 1960s and 1970s (It's being taught by a retired Prof who was a big activist back in his day, so he apparently has lots of great stories that make the class)
And finally, a combination of 2 classes that were meant to be taken by me:
4) History of Popular Culture in the United States
5) American Television Genres
If you're asking why these classes were meant to be taken by me, obviously you don't know me all that well.
Hopefully it'll all work out, I'm only worried about one class filling up, in which case I'm more than prepared to beg, borrow, and steal my way into it.
I think a lot of you really don't know how I'm doing though, seeing as most of our contact goes on through occasional AIM messages and LJ entries. Living in a frat house has been different, but good for me. I'm one of the resident assholes, but that hasn't stopped me from making some really good friends who I probably would have never known if it weren't for Beta. Even beyond our trips to White Castle and Taco Bell at 3 am, I think I've found another invaluable support network. Oh, and now I'm one of the recruitment chairs for our chapter, so I'm already getting excited for Spring Rush.
My love life has been so-so. Not completely dry...I mean I did go on 2 dates this semester (2 seperate people), and they went alright. Also, a bunch of girls on the streets of Kansas City asked me to come home with them in their car because I was pretty, which I politely declined. My type just doesn't seem to exist. Tall, asssertive, confident, strong, goofy, charming, irreverent, an acerbic wit used mainly to tease, inherently sweet even though it might not always show, with the ability to make me feel like I don't have to impress anyone. Is it too much to ask for? Probably, but I've found it before, I can find it again (hopefully with less disastrous of an outcome). Pretty much I'm waiting to be swept off my feet via an invitation to dinner followed by a trip to go see "For Your Consideration"...by someone who would actually appreciate it.
Speaking of love lives, for some reason this year I've found myself associated with several happy couples. I guess sophomore year is when people stop fooling around and try the whole commitment thing...I see senior honors thesis material here, the mating patters of the over-privelaged college student. Regardless, I'm happy for all of them. They're all great people, and no matter what stage of the relationship they're in (just starting dating, just getting serious, or serious for a while) it makes me happy to see that stability (well, relative stability) is possible. I'm not bitter, I know, weird right? Even weirder, I've been shot down and I've bounced back. It's like I'm maturing, which is scary because eventually I'm going to have to stop hiding behind age as my excuse for my antics, even though I feel like no matter what, I'm still going to be the 40 year old that has a strobe light for dance parties. Oh God help me.
Thanksgiving is over, which means of course that Christmas has officially started (just in case it didn't start for you as soon as Halloween ended). I used to hate Christmas music, especially since that's all my mom would blast for the 2 months leading up to the 25th. But now, I miss it. When I play it just hanging around the room or with my friends, it makes me feel all good on the inside, but for some reason I still cringe when I hear it in the mall or in a department store. Maybe it's because I took a class on shopping and consumerism, which has definitely made me more analytical of the whole experience. Speaking of falling victim to the system of merchant capital, threadless.com is having a 30 day 10 dollar holiday t-shirt sale, which of course is going to set me back at least 50 dollars.
Thanksgiving in Kansas City was alright, nothing spectacular happened, but my family is still crazy and booze-fueled, which I guess everything is alright. And no, my mom did not tell anyone "May the force be with you" at the dinner table, in case you were wondering. Also, the weather was amazing and my brother failed to kill anything on his hunting trip.
Hmm....I didn't think I had so much to say, yet lo and behold, I've hit the keyboard harder than Joan Rivers hits the botox. I want to keep going, but I have 6 more days of blogging to go. Hmm...I might just keep this old thing afterall.
I'm wondering if my Livejournal has become obsolete. It's not as entertaining as it used to be, and I rarely put anything personal. In order to test this hypothesis, I've decided this will be my week of obsessive blogging. Each day for the next 7 or so I'll be posting something. It may not be much, but it'll be something. Based on the results of this experimental period, I'll need to decide whether or not I need to retire from the world of comfortably expressing myself behind the protection of a screen and a computer. I think it'll be good for me too, because maybe I'll do some self-reflection and analysis...or maybe I'll just bitch about television and make a few jokes at Nicole Richie's expense (speaking of which, when making a joke at Nicole Richie's expense in regards to eating disorders in Spanish class, know your audience, because when I did it, my joke was met with groans. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of how to say "too soon" in Spanish, so I said it in Enlgish then got a good laugh. Note to self: Your goal is no longer to become fluent in Spanish, but to become funny in Spanish).
I register for classes tomorrow. My preferred schedule you may wonder? (Or may not, but whatever, my classes will probably be cooler than anything you ever end up taking):
1) Spanish 301: Oral Communication (This is where one of my friends learned the verb "apalear" which apparently translates as "to beat with a stick")
2) Spanish 308D: Grammar and Composition Level 5 (My entire Spanish class is attempting to transplant itself from this semester all into the same class next semester, which would rock. Granted, grammar and comp isn't the most exciting topic, but if I get the same core group of about 5 or 6 people in my class, it'll be boundlessly entertaining...mmmm....brazos fuertes)
3) Cracks in the Republic: Discontent, Dissent, and Protest in America During the 1960s and 1970s (It's being taught by a retired Prof who was a big activist back in his day, so he apparently has lots of great stories that make the class)
And finally, a combination of 2 classes that were meant to be taken by me:
4) History of Popular Culture in the United States
5) American Television Genres
If you're asking why these classes were meant to be taken by me, obviously you don't know me all that well.
Hopefully it'll all work out, I'm only worried about one class filling up, in which case I'm more than prepared to beg, borrow, and steal my way into it.
I think a lot of you really don't know how I'm doing though, seeing as most of our contact goes on through occasional AIM messages and LJ entries. Living in a frat house has been different, but good for me. I'm one of the resident assholes, but that hasn't stopped me from making some really good friends who I probably would have never known if it weren't for Beta. Even beyond our trips to White Castle and Taco Bell at 3 am, I think I've found another invaluable support network. Oh, and now I'm one of the recruitment chairs for our chapter, so I'm already getting excited for Spring Rush.
My love life has been so-so. Not completely dry...I mean I did go on 2 dates this semester (2 seperate people), and they went alright. Also, a bunch of girls on the streets of Kansas City asked me to come home with them in their car because I was pretty, which I politely declined. My type just doesn't seem to exist. Tall, asssertive, confident, strong, goofy, charming, irreverent, an acerbic wit used mainly to tease, inherently sweet even though it might not always show, with the ability to make me feel like I don't have to impress anyone. Is it too much to ask for? Probably, but I've found it before, I can find it again (hopefully with less disastrous of an outcome). Pretty much I'm waiting to be swept off my feet via an invitation to dinner followed by a trip to go see "For Your Consideration"...by someone who would actually appreciate it.
Speaking of love lives, for some reason this year I've found myself associated with several happy couples. I guess sophomore year is when people stop fooling around and try the whole commitment thing...I see senior honors thesis material here, the mating patters of the over-privelaged college student. Regardless, I'm happy for all of them. They're all great people, and no matter what stage of the relationship they're in (just starting dating, just getting serious, or serious for a while) it makes me happy to see that stability (well, relative stability) is possible. I'm not bitter, I know, weird right? Even weirder, I've been shot down and I've bounced back. It's like I'm maturing, which is scary because eventually I'm going to have to stop hiding behind age as my excuse for my antics, even though I feel like no matter what, I'm still going to be the 40 year old that has a strobe light for dance parties. Oh God help me.
Thanksgiving is over, which means of course that Christmas has officially started (just in case it didn't start for you as soon as Halloween ended). I used to hate Christmas music, especially since that's all my mom would blast for the 2 months leading up to the 25th. But now, I miss it. When I play it just hanging around the room or with my friends, it makes me feel all good on the inside, but for some reason I still cringe when I hear it in the mall or in a department store. Maybe it's because I took a class on shopping and consumerism, which has definitely made me more analytical of the whole experience. Speaking of falling victim to the system of merchant capital, threadless.com is having a 30 day 10 dollar holiday t-shirt sale, which of course is going to set me back at least 50 dollars.
Thanksgiving in Kansas City was alright, nothing spectacular happened, but my family is still crazy and booze-fueled, which I guess everything is alright. And no, my mom did not tell anyone "May the force be with you" at the dinner table, in case you were wondering. Also, the weather was amazing and my brother failed to kill anything on his hunting trip.
Hmm....I didn't think I had so much to say, yet lo and behold, I've hit the keyboard harder than Joan Rivers hits the botox. I want to keep going, but I have 6 more days of blogging to go. Hmm...I might just keep this old thing afterall.