Quick random nothingness
In my 5:10 p.m. class, I had a student who said he had just gotten up...
I'm taking "The Art of Relationships" and "Optimal Living" so by the end of the semester I should be really good at being a person...
Odwalla bars are good and incredibly disgusting at the same time...
Pizookie is a much better stress reliever than yoga...
Pepper is probably not the best band for incoming freshmen to see with their parents...
Neither is OPM...
One of my teachers told us that in the Western world, we're obsessed with corners...
Now I'm So Ronery
So I have discovered that there at least two distinct ways to feel lonely. The first is simply lack of human contact. The second, the one which I have been experiencing, is being surrounded by people but feeling no connection to them what-so-ever. As I started up my obligations for the school year this week, I realized that I'm not really close to anyone at my work. On top of that, I'm not close to any of my co-FYE-teachers. So after about 30 hours of polite conversation, I still felt a real craving for some kind of human interaction.
Add to this Steve's affair with televised Mets games. I'm not complaining, mind you, because I felt so bad that we weren't able to make it down to see one live, but I do have to admit that there is little deep conversation happening. Usually at commercial breaks we have a little dialogue that goes likes this:
Steve: I should wash some lights.
Me: What?
Steve: What?
Me: I don't know, I thought you...
Steve: I hate the Diamondbacks announcers.
Me: Yeah.
Steve: Mark Grace just called Seo Japanese.
Me: So how was work?
Steve: We're going to be Team SWEARS.
Me: What??
Steve: [no response]
I talked to my friend Paul tonight, which made the situation better and worse. It was great to hear from him, but it was a sad reminder or how greatly my social life has gone down the tubes. I don't know if its Flagstaff or having such a busy schedule or what, but I am not nearly as fun as I used to be. Or at least I don't perceive myself to be as fun as I used to perceive myself to be. ("How am I not myself?" Hilarious!) So I'm going to make it my goal to make this year of college amazingly fun. Or else I'll calculate my GPA and realize its still possible to get a 3.9 and kill myself to get straight As until I graduate and get married an emaciated shell of my former self. I guess only time will tell.
Why I Love/Hate Flagstaff
After this summer, coming back to Flagstaff was actually starting to seem appealing. We missed all of our restaurants, doing our own shopping, and the crisp mountain air. We even toyed with the idea that if we were both offered nice jobs here, we may even be willing to stay...
Now, a week into living here, that idea is definitely back on hold for me. While dreaming about New Jersey Pizza, Monsoon, and pizookie, I forgot that those were the only things that really appealed to me about the city. Everything else is just so limited!
For example, Steve and I needed a toilet brush and a lamp shade. It didn't even cross our mind that items like this would be hard to find. However, since our Target is being remodeled, the stock is low, and these two items were nowhere to be found! Now in a city, you would be minorly inconvenienced by having to go to the
other Target that's maybe 3 miles away instead of one. But in Flagstaff, there is no other Target!
We discussed the options... We could risk our sanity and our lives by going to Walmart, or we could try to support local businesses. That's what Flagstaff is about, right? So Steve and I headed over to a store called The Lite Company, only to discover that it was closed on Sunday. Trying our best to be understanding, we decided to come back the next day. When we approached the friendly salesperson, she informed us that they did not sell lampshades. Apparently, they didn't want to "have a bunch of lamps with no shades." Rather than even trying to argue with that logic, we left the store.
We are still looking for a local toilet brush store. In the mean time, keep Target's quick recovery in your thoughts, or it could be a long school year.
Baby Apple
If you haven't already heard, Steve and I have a new little addition to our will-be family. An adorable little bundle of joy that we picked up from the Apple store last week. Now you may think that comparing a baby to a computer is inappropriate, but making a major purchase like this means a lot of responsibility!As soon as we got the little g5 home, it immediately took all of our attention. Since it talks to us (creepy!) we had to think of a name to give it commands. "Computer" just seemed so impersonal. We tried out Mossimo, Granny Smith, and Pop and Bob. We stuck with Bob (as in "Bob, tell me a joke" or "Bob, open my browser") because that's what it seemed to respond best to. Within seconds I was already getting ultra-protective, making sure that everyone was supporting the keyboard and cradling the mouse properly. Mostly I just didn't want anyone else to touch it, but everyone seemed so excited... Then that night, the worst happened! It did something that we didn't know how to fix. We thought music was lost and we freaked. We spent an hour online with tech support, and finally got the issue worked out, but for a while it was touch and go.Now, I know the computer is nowhere near the responsibility/reward of having a child. Not even as much as a puppy, but probably a little more than a hamster. I just don't know how parents do it! But now if you'll excuse me, I have to go read Bob a bedtime story.
