I have decided that I need to stop whining about this internship bullshit, and just get on the assignment and get it done and over with. I should probably email Dr. Savage and let him know what's going on, in case my evaluation from the Girl Scout lady is less than complimentary. This is just really disappointing stuff, but whatever.... the more I dwell the angrier I get, so I might as well suck it up and try to make the best of the situation, right? Right.
I'll email her a due date, and if she doesn't like it, she can just let me know I guess. I'm not sure where else to go from here. And, if she doesn't respond whether or not I should come in this Thursday, maybe I'll just drop by anyway and see if we can sort things out face to face.
Frustrating crap. I'm just ready to be done with school... maybe forever, I don't know. I've debated the grad school thing, but my thought is if I don't get on that stuff this summer, I know it won't happen for me because I enjoy the idea of not doing homework or attending classes and all of that other b.s. I've been told many times before that I'm going to miss going to classes. Yes, I think I will miss the structure of having something to do at a certain time everyday, and being around new people and my friends. I will miss the structure and the social aspect of college, obviously, because I'm pretty sure the 'real' world is alot different from the college one. But, that's about it. I'm not going to miss the ISU campus, because in my mind the only good thing about it, is the quad. I love the quad and the fact that there are so many tasty restaurants in Bloomington. I must give the town kudos for that. Other than that, I want out.
Worst part is, I want out of Normal, and I don't want to go back North. So, I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. :(
I might blog again here later, I might not. I have to write stuff for my Visible Rhetoric class anyway.
We out.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Decisions
I have decided that I need to stop whining about this internship bullshit, and just get on the assignment and get it done and over with. I should probably email Dr. Savage and let him know what's going on, in case my evaluation from the Girl Scout lady is less than complimentary. This is just really disappointing stuff, but whatever.... the more I dwell the angrier I get, so I might as well suck it up and try to make the best of the situation, right? Right.
I'll email her a due date, and if she doesn't like it, she can just let me know I guess. I'm not sure where else to go from here. And, if she doesn't respond whether or not I should come in this Thursday, maybe I'll just drop by anyway and see if we can sort things out face to face.
Frustrating crap. I'm just ready to be done with school... maybe forever, I don't know. I've debated the grad school thing, but my thought is if I don't get on that stuff this summer, I know it won't happen for me because I enjoy the idea of not doing homework or attending classes and all of that other b.s. I've been told many times before that I'm going to miss going to classes. Yes, I think I will miss the structure of having something to do at a certain time everyday, and being around new people and my friends. I will miss the structure and the social aspect of college, obviously, because I'm pretty sure the 'real' world is alot different from the college one. But, that's about it. I'm not going to miss the ISU campus, because in my mind the only good thing about it, is the quad. I love the quad and the fact that there are so many tasty restaurants in Bloomington. I must give the town kudos for that. Other than that, I want out.
Worst part is, I want out of Normal, and I don't want to go back North. So, I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. :(
I might blog again here later, I might not. I have to write stuff for my Visible Rhetoric class anyway.
We out.
I'll email her a due date, and if she doesn't like it, she can just let me know I guess. I'm not sure where else to go from here. And, if she doesn't respond whether or not I should come in this Thursday, maybe I'll just drop by anyway and see if we can sort things out face to face.
Frustrating crap. I'm just ready to be done with school... maybe forever, I don't know. I've debated the grad school thing, but my thought is if I don't get on that stuff this summer, I know it won't happen for me because I enjoy the idea of not doing homework or attending classes and all of that other b.s. I've been told many times before that I'm going to miss going to classes. Yes, I think I will miss the structure of having something to do at a certain time everyday, and being around new people and my friends. I will miss the structure and the social aspect of college, obviously, because I'm pretty sure the 'real' world is alot different from the college one. But, that's about it. I'm not going to miss the ISU campus, because in my mind the only good thing about it, is the quad. I love the quad and the fact that there are so many tasty restaurants in Bloomington. I must give the town kudos for that. Other than that, I want out.
Worst part is, I want out of Normal, and I don't want to go back North. So, I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. :(
I might blog again here later, I might not. I have to write stuff for my Visible Rhetoric class anyway.
We out.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I like Organization
Hello. Tis I again. I sound like the Shakespearan versions of Judy Blume. God, are you there? ;) Or whatever, just kidding. Anyways. I'm learning something about myself the older I get. I've learned that I like organization in a very disorganized world. Is that weird? I like syllabuses that tell me when assignments are due, I hate it when I'm told.. oh, it's due whenever... wtf is that supposed to mean? This is my grade we are talking about here, this is my graduation, it may not be important to some... but it is to me. I like knowing assignments ahead of time, is that so difficult to ask?
I'm not a fan of my internship as of late. Maybe it's my own fault too. But, I hate how I email my internship leader or whatever you want to call her, and she emails me back... two- three days later. I tell her I am available Thursday to come in for in office hours, still no response for two days as to what time is good. I thought I could get past this kind of behavior when it first started, but now I realize how much it really just pisses me off. I know I'm 'just an intern' and I don't get paid, so why should my contribution matter? Well, it matters to me, because I'm doing what I can for these crazy ass assignments in the time allotted.
Recently, I have been assigned a 70 page LIT manual... fun shit, right? Not. She sends me a big ass email telling me that she wants a table of contents, and that's about it. I politely email her back with a table of contents following the directions she enlisted for me in the binder, and she sends me an email back with as much tone as she can muster. I mean, I could feel the anger through the computer screen, which I did not appreciate. Not, one bit.
She said she is very disappointed in my table of contents, only gives me a little instruction to go by, tells me to re look over my materials, and says that she is upset because I turned in the table of contents to her late. I would like to point out that she never gave me a due date, as always, just said she wanted it by this weekend. I must admit it is my fault that I got it to her Monday morning, instead of Sunday evening, that was my fault. I would prefer an exact... "I would like this due by Friday at 10am". That, kind of instruction is preferred. I like that. Being told what to do. I must be strange then.
Obviously, I must take blame for everything because if I whine or try and argue my side of anything, it will just get me in trouble and probably lower my already lowering grade. Jeez. Just when I thought this internship would be fun. I like writing up manuals, brochures, and all of that good stuff. I must say my only complaint would have to be this angry email, and the lack of organization that she shows me in responding to my emails late... ever damn time. Funny how the angry email was bada bing bada boom.... the very next day after the one I sent her.
I just love it.
Well, guess I better get started on my butt load of stuff due soon. Oh wait, I know the due dates for everything else. And, I am grateful for that.
We out.
I'm not a fan of my internship as of late. Maybe it's my own fault too. But, I hate how I email my internship leader or whatever you want to call her, and she emails me back... two- three days later. I tell her I am available Thursday to come in for in office hours, still no response for two days as to what time is good. I thought I could get past this kind of behavior when it first started, but now I realize how much it really just pisses me off. I know I'm 'just an intern' and I don't get paid, so why should my contribution matter? Well, it matters to me, because I'm doing what I can for these crazy ass assignments in the time allotted.
Recently, I have been assigned a 70 page LIT manual... fun shit, right? Not. She sends me a big ass email telling me that she wants a table of contents, and that's about it. I politely email her back with a table of contents following the directions she enlisted for me in the binder, and she sends me an email back with as much tone as she can muster. I mean, I could feel the anger through the computer screen, which I did not appreciate. Not, one bit.
She said she is very disappointed in my table of contents, only gives me a little instruction to go by, tells me to re look over my materials, and says that she is upset because I turned in the table of contents to her late. I would like to point out that she never gave me a due date, as always, just said she wanted it by this weekend. I must admit it is my fault that I got it to her Monday morning, instead of Sunday evening, that was my fault. I would prefer an exact... "I would like this due by Friday at 10am". That, kind of instruction is preferred. I like that. Being told what to do. I must be strange then.
Obviously, I must take blame for everything because if I whine or try and argue my side of anything, it will just get me in trouble and probably lower my already lowering grade. Jeez. Just when I thought this internship would be fun. I like writing up manuals, brochures, and all of that good stuff. I must say my only complaint would have to be this angry email, and the lack of organization that she shows me in responding to my emails late... ever damn time. Funny how the angry email was bada bing bada boom.... the very next day after the one I sent her.
I just love it.
Well, guess I better get started on my butt load of stuff due soon. Oh wait, I know the due dates for everything else. And, I am grateful for that.
We out.
I like Organization
Hello. Tis I again. I sound like the Shakespearan versions of Judy Blume. God, are you there? ;) Or whatever, just kidding. Anyways. I'm learning something about myself the older I get. I've learned that I like organization in a very disorganized world. Is that weird? I like syllabuses that tell me when assignments are due, I hate it when I'm told.. oh, it's due whenever... wtf is that supposed to mean? This is my grade we are talking about here, this is my graduation, it may not be important to some... but it is to me. I like knowing assignments ahead of time, is that so difficult to ask?
I'm not a fan of my internship as of late. Maybe it's my own fault too. But, I hate how I email my internship leader or whatever you want to call her, and she emails me back... two- three days later. I tell her I am available Thursday to come in for in office hours, still no response for two days as to what time is good. I thought I could get past this kind of behavior when it first started, but now I realize how much it really just pisses me off. I know I'm 'just an intern' and I don't get paid, so why should my contribution matter? Well, it matters to me, because I'm doing what I can for these crazy ass assignments in the time allotted.
Recently, I have been assigned a 70 page LIT manual... fun shit, right? Not. She sends me a big ass email telling me that she wants a table of contents, and that's about it. I politely email her back with a table of contents following the directions she enlisted for me in the binder, and she sends me an email back with as much tone as she can muster. I mean, I could feel the anger through the computer screen, which I did not appreciate. Not, one bit.
She said she is very disappointed in my table of contents, only gives me a little instruction to go by, tells me to re look over my materials, and says that she is upset because I turned in the table of contents to her late. I would like to point out that she never gave me a due date, as always, just said she wanted it by this weekend. I must admit it is my fault that I got it to her Monday morning, instead of Sunday evening, that was my fault. I would prefer an exact... "I would like this due by Friday at 10am". That, kind of instruction is preferred. I like that. Being told what to do. I must be strange then.
Obviously, I must take blame for everything because if I whine or try and argue my side of anything, it will just get me in trouble and probably lower my already lowering grade. Jeez. Just when I thought this internship would be fun. I like writing up manuals, brochures, and all of that good stuff. I must say my only complaint would have to be this angry email, and the lack of organization that she shows me in responding to my emails late... ever damn time. Funny how the angry email was bada bing bada boom.... the very next day after the one I sent her.
I just love it.
Well, guess I better get started on my butt load of stuff due soon. Oh wait, I know the due dates for everything else. And, I am grateful for that.
We out.
I'm not a fan of my internship as of late. Maybe it's my own fault too. But, I hate how I email my internship leader or whatever you want to call her, and she emails me back... two- three days later. I tell her I am available Thursday to come in for in office hours, still no response for two days as to what time is good. I thought I could get past this kind of behavior when it first started, but now I realize how much it really just pisses me off. I know I'm 'just an intern' and I don't get paid, so why should my contribution matter? Well, it matters to me, because I'm doing what I can for these crazy ass assignments in the time allotted.
Recently, I have been assigned a 70 page LIT manual... fun shit, right? Not. She sends me a big ass email telling me that she wants a table of contents, and that's about it. I politely email her back with a table of contents following the directions she enlisted for me in the binder, and she sends me an email back with as much tone as she can muster. I mean, I could feel the anger through the computer screen, which I did not appreciate. Not, one bit.
She said she is very disappointed in my table of contents, only gives me a little instruction to go by, tells me to re look over my materials, and says that she is upset because I turned in the table of contents to her late. I would like to point out that she never gave me a due date, as always, just said she wanted it by this weekend. I must admit it is my fault that I got it to her Monday morning, instead of Sunday evening, that was my fault. I would prefer an exact... "I would like this due by Friday at 10am". That, kind of instruction is preferred. I like that. Being told what to do. I must be strange then.
Obviously, I must take blame for everything because if I whine or try and argue my side of anything, it will just get me in trouble and probably lower my already lowering grade. Jeez. Just when I thought this internship would be fun. I like writing up manuals, brochures, and all of that good stuff. I must say my only complaint would have to be this angry email, and the lack of organization that she shows me in responding to my emails late... ever damn time. Funny how the angry email was bada bing bada boom.... the very next day after the one I sent her.
I just love it.
Well, guess I better get started on my butt load of stuff due soon. Oh wait, I know the due dates for everything else. And, I am grateful for that.
We out.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Just For Shits and Giggles
Just for shits and giggles, I feel like a writing this ever so lovely night. I'm beyond warm in my apt right now, and I have no idea why it is boiling in here. My feet feel as if I have stepped in a pool... for the entire day. I'm sure no one really needed to know that.
Anyways, I washed my sex laden sheets after the precious couple did their business in it last weekend. I'm still not happy with the lack of respect in this apartment, but I guess you could say I have hit the apathetic stage seeing as after May, I don't have to talk to the two roommates that have caused me so much grief ever again. It's kind of sad how things turned out.
I have heard friends tell me that they are just best buddies with all of their roommates, how they hang out every night, go out together, make dinners for each other, and I wonder what that would be like. Don't get me wrong, I have that wonderful friendship with Katie, but even she and I were wondering what this year would have been like with two different roommates. Or, better yet, we should have just found a place and lived together. It would have worked perfectly. It will be weird after graduating. I can't see myself getting along with anyone quite as well as Katie. :( As far as friendships go... she is my guuuurlll!!!! Eh, I'll probably just get a random roommate and pray they aren't psychotic. And, if they are... then, you can be sure I will blog of the misadventures here.
What to tell? Oh, what to tell? I dunno... um... I graduate May 8th at 7pm in case anyone is interested. And, I have a shit ton of work to get done. Maybe if I list it here it will motivate me to actually start it.
Here goes:
Senior Seminar: readings, portfolio (consists of one paper from each English class that I have taken since Freshman yr. at ISU... I must re-write/revise it, and turn in), Senior Paper/presentation( banned books.. and how they shouldn't be)
Visible Rhetoric: module 4 due soon (stereotypes in the media, with a focus on Wife Swap :), other modules shall follow, but I don't know exactly how many
My internship with the Girl Scout's of Central Illinois: 70 page LIT (Leader's In Training) manual due, as well as my journal, and written evaluation
Sounds fun, doesn't it? Guess what? I haven't started on most of it. Guess I better get my ass in gear, huh? I will probably be hitting the library for this entire week, because I know if I don't.. it will be no graduation times for me. And, that is not an option at all.
I don't have too much else to say other then....
We out.
Anyways, I washed my sex laden sheets after the precious couple did their business in it last weekend. I'm still not happy with the lack of respect in this apartment, but I guess you could say I have hit the apathetic stage seeing as after May, I don't have to talk to the two roommates that have caused me so much grief ever again. It's kind of sad how things turned out.
I have heard friends tell me that they are just best buddies with all of their roommates, how they hang out every night, go out together, make dinners for each other, and I wonder what that would be like. Don't get me wrong, I have that wonderful friendship with Katie, but even she and I were wondering what this year would have been like with two different roommates. Or, better yet, we should have just found a place and lived together. It would have worked perfectly. It will be weird after graduating. I can't see myself getting along with anyone quite as well as Katie. :( As far as friendships go... she is my guuuurlll!!!! Eh, I'll probably just get a random roommate and pray they aren't psychotic. And, if they are... then, you can be sure I will blog of the misadventures here.
What to tell? Oh, what to tell? I dunno... um... I graduate May 8th at 7pm in case anyone is interested. And, I have a shit ton of work to get done. Maybe if I list it here it will motivate me to actually start it.
Here goes:
Senior Seminar: readings, portfolio (consists of one paper from each English class that I have taken since Freshman yr. at ISU... I must re-write/revise it, and turn in), Senior Paper/presentation( banned books.. and how they shouldn't be)
Visible Rhetoric: module 4 due soon (stereotypes in the media, with a focus on Wife Swap :), other modules shall follow, but I don't know exactly how many
My internship with the Girl Scout's of Central Illinois: 70 page LIT (Leader's In Training) manual due, as well as my journal, and written evaluation
Sounds fun, doesn't it? Guess what? I haven't started on most of it. Guess I better get my ass in gear, huh? I will probably be hitting the library for this entire week, because I know if I don't.. it will be no graduation times for me. And, that is not an option at all.
I don't have too much else to say other then....
We out.
Just For Shits and Giggles
Just for shits and giggles, I feel like a writing this ever so lovely night. I'm beyond warm in my apt right now, and I have no idea why it is boiling in here. My feet feel as if I have stepped in a pool... for the entire day. I'm sure no one really needed to know that.
Anyways, I washed my sex laden sheets after the precious couple did their business in it last weekend. I'm still not happy with the lack of respect in this apartment, but I guess you could say I have hit the apathetic stage seeing as after May, I don't have to talk to the two roommates that have caused me so much grief ever again. It's kind of sad how things turned out.
I have heard friends tell me that they are just best buddies with all of their roommates, how they hang out every night, go out together, make dinners for each other, and I wonder what that would be like. Don't get me wrong, I have that wonderful friendship with Katie, but even she and I were wondering what this year would have been like with two different roommates. Or, better yet, we should have just found a place and lived together. It would have worked perfectly. It will be weird after graduating. I can't see myself getting along with anyone quite as well as Katie. :( As far as friendships go... she is my guuuurlll!!!! Eh, I'll probably just get a random roommate and pray they aren't psychotic. And, if they are... then, you can be sure I will blog of the misadventures here.
What to tell? Oh, what to tell? I dunno... um... I graduate May 8th at 7pm in case anyone is interested. And, I have a shit ton of work to get done. Maybe if I list it here it will motivate me to actually start it.
Here goes:
Senior Seminar: readings, portfolio (consists of one paper from each English class that I have taken since Freshman yr. at ISU... I must re-write/revise it, and turn in), Senior Paper/presentation( banned books.. and how they shouldn't be)
Visible Rhetoric: module 4 due soon (stereotypes in the media, with a focus on Wife Swap :), other modules shall follow, but I don't know exactly how many
My internship with the Girl Scout's of Central Illinois: 70 page LIT (Leader's In Training) manual due, as well as my journal, and written evaluation
Sounds fun, doesn't it? Guess what? I haven't started on most of it. Guess I better get my ass in gear, huh? I will probably be hitting the library for this entire week, because I know if I don't.. it will be no graduation times for me. And, that is not an option at all.
I don't have too much else to say other then....
We out.
Anyways, I washed my sex laden sheets after the precious couple did their business in it last weekend. I'm still not happy with the lack of respect in this apartment, but I guess you could say I have hit the apathetic stage seeing as after May, I don't have to talk to the two roommates that have caused me so much grief ever again. It's kind of sad how things turned out.
I have heard friends tell me that they are just best buddies with all of their roommates, how they hang out every night, go out together, make dinners for each other, and I wonder what that would be like. Don't get me wrong, I have that wonderful friendship with Katie, but even she and I were wondering what this year would have been like with two different roommates. Or, better yet, we should have just found a place and lived together. It would have worked perfectly. It will be weird after graduating. I can't see myself getting along with anyone quite as well as Katie. :( As far as friendships go... she is my guuuurlll!!!! Eh, I'll probably just get a random roommate and pray they aren't psychotic. And, if they are... then, you can be sure I will blog of the misadventures here.
What to tell? Oh, what to tell? I dunno... um... I graduate May 8th at 7pm in case anyone is interested. And, I have a shit ton of work to get done. Maybe if I list it here it will motivate me to actually start it.
Here goes:
Senior Seminar: readings, portfolio (consists of one paper from each English class that I have taken since Freshman yr. at ISU... I must re-write/revise it, and turn in), Senior Paper/presentation( banned books.. and how they shouldn't be)
Visible Rhetoric: module 4 due soon (stereotypes in the media, with a focus on Wife Swap :), other modules shall follow, but I don't know exactly how many
My internship with the Girl Scout's of Central Illinois: 70 page LIT (Leader's In Training) manual due, as well as my journal, and written evaluation
Sounds fun, doesn't it? Guess what? I haven't started on most of it. Guess I better get my ass in gear, huh? I will probably be hitting the library for this entire week, because I know if I don't.. it will be no graduation times for me. And, that is not an option at all.
I don't have too much else to say other then....
We out.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Idiots surround me
So. I kind of feel like venting. It's what I do best. Fo reals. First, some good news... then on to the ridiculously stupid news.
I had a fun time in Florida con mi novio. We chilled with his roomie, cool girl and she has the cutest doggies, and a few of his amigos, did a few touristy things here and there so overall.. it was good. :)
After such a lovely trip.... I come back to a movie scene basically. Here's what went down.
I walk into my apartment and notice that my bedroom door is closed, I vaguely remember, that I didn't close it. So, I fling it open... and find..... can you guess? C'mon.. take a guess!!! Ready? Two douchebags, pants on the flo, climbing out of my bed shocked to see ME!!!! I was in a rage, but managed to keep it cool as the dude buttoned his unbuttoned shirt in his boxers, while his lady pulled on some jeans. They swore to me they didn't fuck in my bed, but.. since they were in their undies... I'm pretty sure something went down... either that, or they went down on each other. The girl mentioned that she was going to make my bed for me, how sweet of her... use a complete stranger's bed, trash the floor with MY stuffed animals, move MY pictures on the walls, and stick gum in a corner behind the door.. and YOU WANT TO MAKE MY BED????? I am just flabber fuckin gasted by her kindness... lemme tell ya. What a fuckin idiot.
Needless to say, they stormed out of my apartment quickly right before I confronted my other roommate.. Karina (I shan't mention last names for privacy reasons) about her friends Gina and whomever she was sleeping with at the time. Karina claimed they were all pretty drunk last night and that she didn't realize her friends crashed in my bed. Maybe this is true, maybe it isn't... either way... I'm still pretty upset with all three of them. I don't think I'm over reacting at all, and what happened was just awkward and really Goddamn rude.
I mean c'mon.. if you want to have sex go do it somewhere else for crying out loud. Or, they could have at least done it on the couches.... no one was around!!! Now that I look back, maybe it would have been funnier if I did walk in on them having sex... I would have had more reason to be upset... and I could have really gone off on them...
I have come to the conclusion that I live with fucking morons. Meredith the puppeteering creep who takes any chance that she has to call cops/the fire dept/ and student health services on me, and then, Karina, the genius who can't keep track of her own friends... or basically, she just doesn't give a fuck what they do in our apt. I love it, I just love it. I love the utter disrespect for my belongings and my living space. It makes me feel great inside. This year has taught me alot about living with other people, it has taught me that maybe I don't want to live with anyone else ever again. Or, if I do.. do a God forsaken background check and come up with a packet of questions before I give a final answer.
I'm pissed.
That is all.
I had a fun time in Florida con mi novio. We chilled with his roomie, cool girl and she has the cutest doggies, and a few of his amigos, did a few touristy things here and there so overall.. it was good. :)
After such a lovely trip.... I come back to a movie scene basically. Here's what went down.
I walk into my apartment and notice that my bedroom door is closed, I vaguely remember, that I didn't close it. So, I fling it open... and find..... can you guess? C'mon.. take a guess!!! Ready? Two douchebags, pants on the flo, climbing out of my bed shocked to see ME!!!! I was in a rage, but managed to keep it cool as the dude buttoned his unbuttoned shirt in his boxers, while his lady pulled on some jeans. They swore to me they didn't fuck in my bed, but.. since they were in their undies... I'm pretty sure something went down... either that, or they went down on each other. The girl mentioned that she was going to make my bed for me, how sweet of her... use a complete stranger's bed, trash the floor with MY stuffed animals, move MY pictures on the walls, and stick gum in a corner behind the door.. and YOU WANT TO MAKE MY BED????? I am just flabber fuckin gasted by her kindness... lemme tell ya. What a fuckin idiot.
Needless to say, they stormed out of my apartment quickly right before I confronted my other roommate.. Karina (I shan't mention last names for privacy reasons) about her friends Gina and whomever she was sleeping with at the time. Karina claimed they were all pretty drunk last night and that she didn't realize her friends crashed in my bed. Maybe this is true, maybe it isn't... either way... I'm still pretty upset with all three of them. I don't think I'm over reacting at all, and what happened was just awkward and really Goddamn rude.
I mean c'mon.. if you want to have sex go do it somewhere else for crying out loud. Or, they could have at least done it on the couches.... no one was around!!! Now that I look back, maybe it would have been funnier if I did walk in on them having sex... I would have had more reason to be upset... and I could have really gone off on them...
I have come to the conclusion that I live with fucking morons. Meredith the puppeteering creep who takes any chance that she has to call cops/the fire dept/ and student health services on me, and then, Karina, the genius who can't keep track of her own friends... or basically, she just doesn't give a fuck what they do in our apt. I love it, I just love it. I love the utter disrespect for my belongings and my living space. It makes me feel great inside. This year has taught me alot about living with other people, it has taught me that maybe I don't want to live with anyone else ever again. Or, if I do.. do a God forsaken background check and come up with a packet of questions before I give a final answer.
I'm pissed.
That is all.
Idiots surround me
So. I kind of feel like venting. It's what I do best. Fo reals. First, some good news... then on to the ridiculously stupid news.
I had a fun time in Florida con mi novio. We chilled with his roomie, cool girl and she has the cutest doggies, and a few of his amigos, did a few touristy things here and there so overall.. it was good. :)
After such a lovely trip.... I come back to a movie scene basically. Here's what went down.
I walk into my apartment and notice that my bedroom door is closed, I vaguely remember, that I didn't close it. So, I fling it open... and find..... can you guess? C'mon.. take a guess!!! Ready? Two douchebags, pants on the flo, climbing out of my bed shocked to see ME!!!! I was in a rage, but managed to keep it cool as the dude buttoned his unbuttoned shirt in his boxers, while his lady pulled on some jeans. They swore to me they didn't fuck in my bed, but.. since they were in their undies... I'm pretty sure something went down... either that, or they went down on each other. The girl mentioned that she was going to make my bed for me, how sweet of her... use a complete stranger's bed, trash the floor with MY stuffed animals, move MY pictures on the walls, and stick gum in a corner behind the door.. and YOU WANT TO MAKE MY BED????? I am just flabber fuckin gasted by her kindness... lemme tell ya. What a fuckin idiot.
Needless to say, they stormed out of my apartment quickly right before I confronted my other roommate.. Karina (I shan't mention last names for privacy reasons) about her friends Gina and whomever she was sleeping with at the time. Karina claimed they were all pretty drunk last night and that she didn't realize her friends crashed in my bed. Maybe this is true, maybe it isn't... either way... I'm still pretty upset with all three of them. I don't think I'm over reacting at all, and what happened was just awkward and really Goddamn rude.
I mean c'mon.. if you want to have sex go do it somewhere else for crying out loud. Or, they could have at least done it on the couches.... no one was around!!! Now that I look back, maybe it would have been funnier if I did walk in on them having sex... I would have had more reason to be upset... and I could have really gone off on them...
I have come to the conclusion that I live with fucking morons. Meredith the puppeteering creep who takes any chance that she has to call cops/the fire dept/ and student health services on me, and then, Karina, the genius who can't keep track of her own friends... or basically, she just doesn't give a fuck what they do in our apt. I love it, I just love it. I love the utter disrespect for my belongings and my living space. It makes me feel great inside. This year has taught me alot about living with other people, it has taught me that maybe I don't want to live with anyone else ever again. Or, if I do.. do a God forsaken background check and come up with a packet of questions before I give a final answer.
I'm pissed.
That is all.
I had a fun time in Florida con mi novio. We chilled with his roomie, cool girl and she has the cutest doggies, and a few of his amigos, did a few touristy things here and there so overall.. it was good. :)
After such a lovely trip.... I come back to a movie scene basically. Here's what went down.
I walk into my apartment and notice that my bedroom door is closed, I vaguely remember, that I didn't close it. So, I fling it open... and find..... can you guess? C'mon.. take a guess!!! Ready? Two douchebags, pants on the flo, climbing out of my bed shocked to see ME!!!! I was in a rage, but managed to keep it cool as the dude buttoned his unbuttoned shirt in his boxers, while his lady pulled on some jeans. They swore to me they didn't fuck in my bed, but.. since they were in their undies... I'm pretty sure something went down... either that, or they went down on each other. The girl mentioned that she was going to make my bed for me, how sweet of her... use a complete stranger's bed, trash the floor with MY stuffed animals, move MY pictures on the walls, and stick gum in a corner behind the door.. and YOU WANT TO MAKE MY BED????? I am just flabber fuckin gasted by her kindness... lemme tell ya. What a fuckin idiot.
Needless to say, they stormed out of my apartment quickly right before I confronted my other roommate.. Karina (I shan't mention last names for privacy reasons) about her friends Gina and whomever she was sleeping with at the time. Karina claimed they were all pretty drunk last night and that she didn't realize her friends crashed in my bed. Maybe this is true, maybe it isn't... either way... I'm still pretty upset with all three of them. I don't think I'm over reacting at all, and what happened was just awkward and really Goddamn rude.
I mean c'mon.. if you want to have sex go do it somewhere else for crying out loud. Or, they could have at least done it on the couches.... no one was around!!! Now that I look back, maybe it would have been funnier if I did walk in on them having sex... I would have had more reason to be upset... and I could have really gone off on them...
I have come to the conclusion that I live with fucking morons. Meredith the puppeteering creep who takes any chance that she has to call cops/the fire dept/ and student health services on me, and then, Karina, the genius who can't keep track of her own friends... or basically, she just doesn't give a fuck what they do in our apt. I love it, I just love it. I love the utter disrespect for my belongings and my living space. It makes me feel great inside. This year has taught me alot about living with other people, it has taught me that maybe I don't want to live with anyone else ever again. Or, if I do.. do a God forsaken background check and come up with a packet of questions before I give a final answer.
I'm pissed.
That is all.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Our Constitutional Rights are being Violated!
So, I have a senior paper coming up for my senior seminar class, it has to be 20 pages... pish ah.. like I will actually get to the maximum count. I decided to research the banning of books. That's right ladies and gents schools across our country are trying to ban the classics in elementary, high school, and colleges everywhere. We cannot let this happen. Books are a window to the imagination, that's how I've always seen them, so how can the government have the right to take that from us???? They shouldn't!!!! It needs to be stopped!!! They are offending our First Amendment Rights... and it's ridiculous.
I am now going to list some websites you can visit in case anyone is interested, as well as the banned books... my question to you all is how many have you read? I'm going to count and see how many I have read as well. I will change the font to let you all know which ones they are.
Enjoy!
Here is the list:
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle
Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garden
As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
Blubber by Judy Blume
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
Canterbury Tales by Chaucer
Carrie by Stephen King
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
Christine by Stephen King
Confessions by Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Cujo by Stephen King
Curses, Hexes, and Spells by Daniel Cohen
Daddy's Roommate by Michael Willhoite
Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Peck
Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller
Decameron by Boccaccio
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
Fallen Angels by Walter Myers
Fanny Hill (Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure) by John Cleland
Flowers For Algernon by Daniel Keyes
Forever by Judy Blume
Grendel by John Champlin Gardner
Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling
Have to Go by Robert Munsch
Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman
How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell
Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
Impressions edited by Jack Booth
In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak
It's Okay if You Don't Love Me by Norma Klein
James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H. Lawrence
Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
Little Red Riding Hood by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Love is One of the Choices by Norma Klein
Lysistrata by Aristophanes
More Scary Stories in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz
My Brother Sam Is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier
My House by Nikki Giovanni
My Friend Flicka by Mary O'Hara
Night Chills by Dean Koontz
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer
One Day in The Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn
One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Ordinary People by Judith Guest
Our Bodies, Ourselves by Boston Women's Health Collective
Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy
Revolting Rhymes by Roald Dahl
Scary Stories 3: More Tales to Chill Your Bones by Alvin Schwartz
Scary Stories in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz
Separate Peace by John Knowles
Silas Marner by George Eliot
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
The Bastard by John Jakes
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
The Devil's Alternative by Frederick Forsyth
The Figure in the Shadows by John Bellairs
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson
The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Snyder
The Learning Tree by Gordon Parks
The Living Bible by William C. Bower
The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare
The New Teenage Body Book by Kathy McCoy and Charles Wibbelsman
The Pigman by Paul Zindel
The Seduction of Peter S. by Lawrence Sanders
The Shining by Stephen King
The Witches by Roald Dahl
The Witches of Worm by Zilpha Snyder
Then Again, Maybe I Won't by Judy Blume
To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
Webster's Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary by the Merriam-Webster Editorial Staff
Witches, Pumpkins, and Grinning Ghosts: The Story of the Halloween Symbols by Edna Barth
Everybody hurry... and read these books before they are gone for good. :(
Here is the website: http://www.adlerbooks.com/banned.html
and a few more: http://www.alternativereel.com/includes/top-ten/display_review.php?id=00002
http://www.citymayors.com/education/usa-banned-books.html
Let's hope the future generations have more rights than we do.
Our Constitutional Rights are being Violated!
So, I have a senior paper coming up for my senior seminar class, it has to be 20 pages... pish ah.. like I will actually get to the maximum count. I decided to research the banning of books. That's right ladies and gents schools across our country are trying to ban the classics in elementary, high school, and colleges everywhere. We cannot let this happen. Books are a window to the imagination, that's how I've always seen them, so how can the government have the right to take that from us???? They shouldn't!!!! It needs to be stopped!!! They are offending our First Amendment Rights... and it's ridiculous.
I am now going to list some websites you can visit in case anyone is interested, as well as the banned books... my question to you all is how many have you read? I'm going to count and see how many I have read as well. I will change the font to let you all know which ones they are.
Enjoy!
Here is the list:
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle
Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garden
As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
Blubber by Judy Blume
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
Canterbury Tales by Chaucer
Carrie by Stephen King
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
Christine by Stephen King
Confessions by Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Cujo by Stephen King
Curses, Hexes, and Spells by Daniel Cohen
Daddy's Roommate by Michael Willhoite
Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Peck
Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller
Decameron by Boccaccio
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
Fallen Angels by Walter Myers
Fanny Hill (Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure) by John Cleland
Flowers For Algernon by Daniel Keyes
Forever by Judy Blume
Grendel by John Champlin Gardner
Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling
Have to Go by Robert Munsch
Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman
How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell
Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
Impressions edited by Jack Booth
In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak
It's Okay if You Don't Love Me by Norma Klein
James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H. Lawrence
Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
Little Red Riding Hood by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Love is One of the Choices by Norma Klein
Lysistrata by Aristophanes
More Scary Stories in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz
My Brother Sam Is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier
My House by Nikki Giovanni
My Friend Flicka by Mary O'Hara
Night Chills by Dean Koontz
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer
One Day in The Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn
One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Ordinary People by Judith Guest
Our Bodies, Ourselves by Boston Women's Health Collective
Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy
Revolting Rhymes by Roald Dahl
Scary Stories 3: More Tales to Chill Your Bones by Alvin Schwartz
Scary Stories in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz
Separate Peace by John Knowles
Silas Marner by George Eliot
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
The Bastard by John Jakes
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
The Devil's Alternative by Frederick Forsyth
The Figure in the Shadows by John Bellairs
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson
The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Snyder
The Learning Tree by Gordon Parks
The Living Bible by William C. Bower
The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare
The New Teenage Body Book by Kathy McCoy and Charles Wibbelsman
The Pigman by Paul Zindel
The Seduction of Peter S. by Lawrence Sanders
The Shining by Stephen King
The Witches by Roald Dahl
The Witches of Worm by Zilpha Snyder
Then Again, Maybe I Won't by Judy Blume
To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
Webster's Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary by the Merriam-Webster Editorial Staff
Witches, Pumpkins, and Grinning Ghosts: The Story of the Halloween Symbols by Edna Barth
Everybody hurry... and read these books before they are gone for good. :(
Here is the website: http://www.adlerbooks.com/banned.html
and a few more: http://www.alternativereel.com/includes/top-ten/display_review.php?id=00002
http://www.citymayors.com/education/usa-banned-books.html
Let's hope the future generations have more rights than we do.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Vida Es..
Yes, indeed. It is that time of year, when the world falls in love... well, that's part of a song, but not entirely false... springtime is essentially the season for le amor because flowers bloom, trees turn green, and hormones rage. Plus, spring is just pretty to look at and I can't wait to say goodbye to winter until next year.... ew.
I find myself both excited and dreading graduation all at the same time. My friends here mean the world to me, and have become a 2nd family of sorts, it is so bizarre to think that around this time next year, I might not be in school.. but, then again, I might be... I'm debating grad school. And, in all honesty I think it might be the way to go. Given economic circumstances, finding a job won't be easy at all. I am completely shocked that I have one now.
Maybe this is the tangent this post will take. My rents have been constantly pushing me to work for the park district again with the little people. Now, I love working with kids, they are awesome, but I am tired of it. I could feel it last summer when the little imps would wipe their boogies on my shorts after wiping their nose, or dealing with scrapes and bruises on the playground, as well as psychotic parents that flip when their child gets a drop of water on their shirt. Seriously? Let children be children for crying out loud, good grief. It's ok to get a little dirty, heaven forbid the real world isn't as hospital clean as your white carpeted living rooms, oh parents of suburbia. Get over it.
I want something different this summer. I want a 'big girl' job. Working behind a desk or something, boring, yes... but so worth it. I want to write for a newspaper, online magazine, or maybe just try to write on my own and earn a buck. Anything, but the park district. Everytime I talk to my rents on the phone they bring it up, and I want to shove my face in a pillow and scream.
I know they mean well, and they certainly won't let me get away with NOT working this summer, I would die of boredom. I will be looking elsewhere because let's face it, if I were a teacher... an elementary school teacher this job would be ideal. But, guess what? I'm not in the education field... nor would I ever want to be. And, kudos to those who can suffer that. I want to write. Any way possible, I want to write about everything and anything. The mundane, the greatness, the good/bad that encompass everyday life. Or, whatever crap comes out of my head. That's what I want to do.
I remember talking to mi novio awhile back and just bursting into tears while talking about going home this summer. It was so silly looking back, but I needed to break down. I feel trapped at home and like giving up. I just do whatever I am told, and I hate it. I want to move out, but I need monies in order for that to happen. I see options though that might just work.
Option A- grad school... anywhere. Be it out of state or in state, if I do grad school chances are I will either have to suffer in the dorms again, or deal with a random roommate in an apartment. It will be a lonely venture, but one that I am willing to risk. It gets me out of the house.
Option B- my cousin mentioned that he needed a roommate. I am highly considering this option because he is an adult and I don't see any drama unfolding if we do room together. Plus, he understands my situation and dire need to explore life and get out of the rent's 'nest' so to speak.
The question is.... which option should I take? Only time will tell, and it feels good to write it out.
I should probably get back to my hw now and concentrate on graduating. But, the fact is, the year is coming to an end, and I can see the ever unpredictable future ahead of me. I guess a part of me wants to start living it now.
I need to focus on the present.
Back to hw for now.
:)
I find myself both excited and dreading graduation all at the same time. My friends here mean the world to me, and have become a 2nd family of sorts, it is so bizarre to think that around this time next year, I might not be in school.. but, then again, I might be... I'm debating grad school. And, in all honesty I think it might be the way to go. Given economic circumstances, finding a job won't be easy at all. I am completely shocked that I have one now.
Maybe this is the tangent this post will take. My rents have been constantly pushing me to work for the park district again with the little people. Now, I love working with kids, they are awesome, but I am tired of it. I could feel it last summer when the little imps would wipe their boogies on my shorts after wiping their nose, or dealing with scrapes and bruises on the playground, as well as psychotic parents that flip when their child gets a drop of water on their shirt. Seriously? Let children be children for crying out loud, good grief. It's ok to get a little dirty, heaven forbid the real world isn't as hospital clean as your white carpeted living rooms, oh parents of suburbia. Get over it.
I want something different this summer. I want a 'big girl' job. Working behind a desk or something, boring, yes... but so worth it. I want to write for a newspaper, online magazine, or maybe just try to write on my own and earn a buck. Anything, but the park district. Everytime I talk to my rents on the phone they bring it up, and I want to shove my face in a pillow and scream.
I know they mean well, and they certainly won't let me get away with NOT working this summer, I would die of boredom. I will be looking elsewhere because let's face it, if I were a teacher... an elementary school teacher this job would be ideal. But, guess what? I'm not in the education field... nor would I ever want to be. And, kudos to those who can suffer that. I want to write. Any way possible, I want to write about everything and anything. The mundane, the greatness, the good/bad that encompass everyday life. Or, whatever crap comes out of my head. That's what I want to do.
I remember talking to mi novio awhile back and just bursting into tears while talking about going home this summer. It was so silly looking back, but I needed to break down. I feel trapped at home and like giving up. I just do whatever I am told, and I hate it. I want to move out, but I need monies in order for that to happen. I see options though that might just work.
Option A- grad school... anywhere. Be it out of state or in state, if I do grad school chances are I will either have to suffer in the dorms again, or deal with a random roommate in an apartment. It will be a lonely venture, but one that I am willing to risk. It gets me out of the house.
Option B- my cousin mentioned that he needed a roommate. I am highly considering this option because he is an adult and I don't see any drama unfolding if we do room together. Plus, he understands my situation and dire need to explore life and get out of the rent's 'nest' so to speak.
The question is.... which option should I take? Only time will tell, and it feels good to write it out.
I should probably get back to my hw now and concentrate on graduating. But, the fact is, the year is coming to an end, and I can see the ever unpredictable future ahead of me. I guess a part of me wants to start living it now.
I need to focus on the present.
Back to hw for now.
:)
Vida Es..
Yes, indeed. It is that time of year, when the world falls in love... well, that's part of a song, but not entirely false... springtime is essentially the season for le amor because flowers bloom, trees turn green, and hormones rage. Plus, spring is just pretty to look at and I can't wait to say goodbye to winter until next year.... ew.
I find myself both excited and dreading graduation all at the same time. My friends here mean the world to me, and have become a 2nd family of sorts, it is so bizarre to think that around this time next year, I might not be in school.. but, then again, I might be... I'm debating grad school. And, in all honesty I think it might be the way to go. Given economic circumstances, finding a job won't be easy at all. I am completely shocked that I have one now.
Maybe this is the tangent this post will take. My rents have been constantly pushing me to work for the park district again with the little people. Now, I love working with kids, they are awesome, but I am tired of it. I could feel it last summer when the little imps would wipe their boogies on my shorts after wiping their nose, or dealing with scrapes and bruises on the playground, as well as psychotic parents that flip when their child gets a drop of water on their shirt. Seriously? Let children be children for crying out loud, good grief. It's ok to get a little dirty, heaven forbid the real world isn't as hospital clean as your white carpeted living rooms, oh parents of suburbia. Get over it.
I want something different this summer. I want a 'big girl' job. Working behind a desk or something, boring, yes... but so worth it. I want to write for a newspaper, online magazine, or maybe just try to write on my own and earn a buck. Anything, but the park district. Everytime I talk to my rents on the phone they bring it up, and I want to shove my face in a pillow and scream.
I know they mean well, and they certainly won't let me get away with NOT working this summer, I would die of boredom. I will be looking elsewhere because let's face it, if I were a teacher... an elementary school teacher this job would be ideal. But, guess what? I'm not in the education field... nor would I ever want to be. And, kudos to those who can suffer that. I want to write. Any way possible, I want to write about everything and anything. The mundane, the greatness, the good/bad that encompass everyday life. Or, whatever crap comes out of my head. That's what I want to do.
I remember talking to mi novio awhile back and just bursting into tears while talking about going home this summer. It was so silly looking back, but I needed to break down. I feel trapped at home and like giving up. I just do whatever I am told, and I hate it. I want to move out, but I need monies in order for that to happen. I see options though that might just work.
Option A- grad school... anywhere. Be it out of state or in state, if I do grad school chances are I will either have to suffer in the dorms again, or deal with a random roommate in an apartment. It will be a lonely venture, but one that I am willing to risk. It gets me out of the house.
Option B- my cousin mentioned that he needed a roommate. I am highly considering this option because he is an adult and I don't see any drama unfolding if we do room together. Plus, he understands my situation and dire need to explore life and get out of the rent's 'nest' so to speak.
The question is.... which option should I take? Only time will tell, and it feels good to write it out.
I should probably get back to my hw now and concentrate on graduating. But, the fact is, the year is coming to an end, and I can see the ever unpredictable future ahead of me. I guess a part of me wants to start living it now.
I need to focus on the present.
Back to hw for now.
:)
I find myself both excited and dreading graduation all at the same time. My friends here mean the world to me, and have become a 2nd family of sorts, it is so bizarre to think that around this time next year, I might not be in school.. but, then again, I might be... I'm debating grad school. And, in all honesty I think it might be the way to go. Given economic circumstances, finding a job won't be easy at all. I am completely shocked that I have one now.
Maybe this is the tangent this post will take. My rents have been constantly pushing me to work for the park district again with the little people. Now, I love working with kids, they are awesome, but I am tired of it. I could feel it last summer when the little imps would wipe their boogies on my shorts after wiping their nose, or dealing with scrapes and bruises on the playground, as well as psychotic parents that flip when their child gets a drop of water on their shirt. Seriously? Let children be children for crying out loud, good grief. It's ok to get a little dirty, heaven forbid the real world isn't as hospital clean as your white carpeted living rooms, oh parents of suburbia. Get over it.
I want something different this summer. I want a 'big girl' job. Working behind a desk or something, boring, yes... but so worth it. I want to write for a newspaper, online magazine, or maybe just try to write on my own and earn a buck. Anything, but the park district. Everytime I talk to my rents on the phone they bring it up, and I want to shove my face in a pillow and scream.
I know they mean well, and they certainly won't let me get away with NOT working this summer, I would die of boredom. I will be looking elsewhere because let's face it, if I were a teacher... an elementary school teacher this job would be ideal. But, guess what? I'm not in the education field... nor would I ever want to be. And, kudos to those who can suffer that. I want to write. Any way possible, I want to write about everything and anything. The mundane, the greatness, the good/bad that encompass everyday life. Or, whatever crap comes out of my head. That's what I want to do.
I remember talking to mi novio awhile back and just bursting into tears while talking about going home this summer. It was so silly looking back, but I needed to break down. I feel trapped at home and like giving up. I just do whatever I am told, and I hate it. I want to move out, but I need monies in order for that to happen. I see options though that might just work.
Option A- grad school... anywhere. Be it out of state or in state, if I do grad school chances are I will either have to suffer in the dorms again, or deal with a random roommate in an apartment. It will be a lonely venture, but one that I am willing to risk. It gets me out of the house.
Option B- my cousin mentioned that he needed a roommate. I am highly considering this option because he is an adult and I don't see any drama unfolding if we do room together. Plus, he understands my situation and dire need to explore life and get out of the rent's 'nest' so to speak.
The question is.... which option should I take? Only time will tell, and it feels good to write it out.
I should probably get back to my hw now and concentrate on graduating. But, the fact is, the year is coming to an end, and I can see the ever unpredictable future ahead of me. I guess a part of me wants to start living it now.
I need to focus on the present.
Back to hw for now.
:)
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