Just Lil' Ole Boring Me

Listening to: Tears for Fears

First two days of school are over....so far so good, I guess....

I've got my schedule down pretty well....I'm all caught up with my readings (so far)....everything seems to be working out a-okay

It's the same ol' schpeel (I really have not idea how to spell that...) that I've heard every year so far....a long run-down of assignment due dates, classroom policies (don't miss class...its just your own money that you're wasting....), do show up on time....blah, blah, blah....

My classes seem to be exceptionally small, for the most part....my short stories seminar has only 7 other people in it besides me.....and we all get to lead the class in discussions by ourselves.....how wonderful, just kill me now.....

Most of the other classes have only 15-20 people in them....ah, the perks of attending a "small" college....and yet I have only about 2 friends in the whole place....ah, one of the curses of attending a "small" school....you generally find that most people are very much alike....and in my case, I detest most of them..... :/

The one class which I'm not very thrilled about is my "The Presidency" course....the "professor" is really an attourney who seems to think that we're in law school and should have already read the entire textbook....which is complete and utter crap, if I've already read the entire book, why would I even bother going to class to learn about the subject?   Plus, this guy wants us to write a 20 fucking page paper for our research project....I, seriously, (in all my years at this place) have never even heard of a class having to do this....10 pages I can do....and generally don't mind doing so...but 20 just seems like a big waste of time and trees...

I hate it when professors want obscenely long papers....if I can get my point across fairly intelligently in 10 pages...why do I then have to fill an extra 10 pgs with bullshit in order to fufill the page requirement? It's just going to lag and lose the point and generally be boring.....whatever, if this guy wants to read all those 20 pg pprs at the end of the semester, than more power to him....but I'm going to try and get an early start to it...hopefully he'll give us some guidelines soon...

School + Work + Homework = Miss Crankypants

Listening to: Bayside

This is who I am....

I am not a party-girl...

I am not going to try and win your approval...

I choose myself...

I believe in what is right...

...and I don't need the alchohol to have a good time...

You can look down on me...

...call me a loser...

...ignore me...

I am not going to let you get me down...

This is who I am...

I have finally accepted the fact that classes are starting back up in less than a week....I get it....I understand this reality....

The thought that there a really only about five days of my summer left....that my supposed "last summer of innocence" really wasn't all it was going to be....what happened to all of our youthful and carefree plans of going to the city, the beach, the drive-ins, camping, setting of fireworks, etc...???

I'll tell you what happened....

WORK happened....

People leaving happened.....

Now i'm stuck here in the middle of frickin' nowhere while everyone else gets to escape....

I get to go back to a school which I'm not particulary happy with...back to a campus filled with people who I don't really like, nary a friendly face in the bunch...

Luckily I still have a couple of amigos around, otherwise I would probably end up sitting in my dark and depressing room all semester...

Plus, I DO have October to look foward to...plus before you know it Christmas break will be here and everyone will be back for a little while....

It seems I've given myself a little bit of light at the end of the tunnel here....

More good news....my job that was supposedly going to be ending at the end of the summer is still around for another year or so....one less thing to start stressing over....

Bring on this semester...i am so ready for it....I'm gonna kick its ass....and get a 4.0 to boot! Hell yeah!!!

Pep talk completed.

I have just made the most amazing mixed CD...possibly the greatest mixed CD every made! I am so psyched!

Check it out...it has:

Semi-whiny semi-emo band fronted by red haired girlie

Acoustic session by a member of the Harry Potter cast (hint: he's evil, man!)

Obscure French singer who has a really mean streak even though she sounds  like she's 10 years old

British Chick who enjoys dental hygiene

Band fronted by a bespectecled (word?) gent...sorta indie in a overally commercialized way

Snippets of the Buffy musical

'90s alternative has-beens who basically are a big part of my "musical-memory" from when I was growing up

                                      and...

Atreyu

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Ok...for those who were not able to decipher my crazy musical ramblings, this CD consists of...

Paramore

Feltbeats (Tom Felton....Draco Malfoy from HP movies)

SoKo

Kate Nash

Death Cab for Cutie

Soundtrack from Buffy the Vampire Slayer "Once More with Feeling"

Marcy Playground

Butthole Surfers

                               and...

Atreyu

I'm giddy with happiness....nothing like an awesome musical experience to brighten my outlook on life....

 

Listening to: SoKo

I just spent the last 4 hours watching a portion of the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games. While it was pretty interesting to see the display that China put on for the rest of the world....I could only watch the ever growing procession of countries for so long....

While watching, though, it did occur to me how everyone looks so much alike...not necessarily same skin color, body type, etc...what I mean is that they all look like ....people

Ok...duh...I know that they are all human beings and all that...but....uh, how can i phrase this right???

Its like they all look they they could be my next door neighbor...regardless of what country they really are from and what language they speak...they just look so...normal

When I watch the news or go see a movie...whenever a certain country or ethnicity is being shown of talked about...you get this very stereotypical version of that race and culture...what you don't get is just a picture of the real person

All of these athletes...well, for the most part...looked positively giddy to be there, they just looked so happy...Germans, Iraqis, Iranians, Americans, etc...all are in this boat together...

I hope what i'm trying to say is coming across well....I've just watched 4 solid hours of this and I am tired....

Mood: tired

I've come to the conclusion that sometimes people suck....

Sometimes friends suck....and are very oblivious to the problem....

Sometimes it makes me wish that I just stayed home

instead of going out

to witness

it

Sorry about my lame attempt at free verse...it sounded a lot better in my head...

Well...my vacation is over...it was pretty fucking awesome...now I'm back to work and back to the crap that is eveything in my life...

Ok...a little overdramatic..

Tomorrow I'm going to a party...my friend is leaving me to venture onward to F-L-O-R-I-D-A....gah, I'm going to be so bored now...though her family went all-out and supposedly a cotton-candy machine is in the mix for tomorrow...sweet!

While I was away my college tuition bill came....it was more than expected (what else is new?) and now I must trek back down to the bank to take out some more loan money...not cool

only 22 more days left until classes start...what the fuck happened to my so-called summer of fun??!?!

 

While candy is dandy, liquor is quicker and I'm finding it hard to enjoy it

Trapped in this vehicle for half a day

Finally coming to the desired destination, only to have it scoffed and scandalized

Moving on to the fateful era...the worst time

Devotion to my education

Walking, Touring, Driving, Eating, Laughing

Silence...

Seeing these long and lonely battlegrounds of the war from long ago leads me to wonder how life is supposed to be. Its heritage is felt, even after a century and a half.

Venturing to where his Charge occured.

 Standing on the Top...overlooking the Den...envisioning the Run

Walking down the very streets of the 'Burg nearly brings me to tears

Here Be the Promised Land?

Moving on to an earlier era...the best time

Independence!

Freedom!

Liberty!

Independence?

Freedom?

Liberty?

The Bell...The Hall...The Center

These words have no meaning

Eastern State is where I wander

The cells are crumbling, yet here I am

Crowded rooms, no longer...

Isolation is the key to redemption

Home to Al, the mobster man

Stuck in velvet while others huddle on concrete

Electrocution, anyone?

This is hell...this is home...this is where their ghosts will roam

The sun is shining, the sand is hot

Its the OC, baby...

Not home to the young and the hopeless

More like the Garden State variety

Boardwalk's a'hoppin'

The Waves  a'crashin'

I could live in this state of mind forever

Biking down the Ave...past the symbols of regenerating wealth with their beach towels hung so nicely on their porches

Mine hang so nicely on my plastic chairs

Them with their perfect tans and Hollister attire

Me: my skin-on-fire,

 $2 flip-flops

Lazing on the shore

Enraptured with the life of Your Humble Narrator

"What's it going to be then, eh?"

I lose myself...

Alert!

Pain!

My flesh is burning

Can't I just stay

a

little

longer?