I want to be bored!
After a non-stop week, I am really looking forward to doing pretty close to nothing at home this weekend. I just want to lay on the giant air mattress in the pool. Or wear slippers and pajamas all day, curl up on the couch and play "Netflix Surprise!" So if any of you Vegas people are planning on doing stuff, you better just get that silly notion out of your head right now.
8-5? No sweat!
Since I came up with the brilliant idea of getting involved this semester, I shouldn't complain about never having any free time. But I am astounded at how much time it takes to be a "good" college student, and I can't believe that there are people doing twice as many outside activities as I am.
I have a pretty standard college schedule. I'm taking 5 classes (two Honors classes), teaching two (plus office hours), working about 16 hours a week, and although I am technically a member of about four clubs, I only actively participate in one. Just from these commitments, I expect to be at school from 8 a.m. to 9 p.m. every day this week before we leave for Phoenix at 6 p.m. on Thursday. This is NOT including homework, group projects or our standard study and basketball/yoga nights with Bryan and Colleen.
Being involved does have some advantages. We get to go to Miami courtesy of PRSSA and my Grandma Jean, I have met a few really cool freshmen (some not as much), and only
one of the other FYE teachers thought I was a freshman and asked if I needed any help in a sweet, but condescending tone.
Actually, unless all of this gets me the greatest job in the universe, being involved is totally not worth it. I miss my life of sleep and Netflix.
Now for something completely off topic:
23rd Qualm
George W. Bush is my shepherd; I dwell in want.
He maketh logs to be cut down in national forests.
He leadeth trucks into the still wilderness.
He restoreth my fears.
He leadeth me in the paths of international disgrace for his ego's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of pollution and war,
I will find no exit, for thou art in office.
Thy tax cuts for the rich and thy media control, they discomfort me.
Thou preparest an agenda of deception in the presence of thy religion.
Thou anointest my head with foreign oil.
My health insurance runneth out.
Surely megalomania and false patriotism shall follow me
all the days of thy term
and my jobless child shall dwell in my basement forever.
Any suggestions?
So for one of my classes, we're supposed to bring in a song that defines love for us in some way. I've come up with a couple of options, but I'm still questioning. I thought of Blink-182 "Josie" because it's sweet and true, but not too mushy. However, it has the phrase "lacking in the bulge" in it, and I'm not sure how the teacher would respond to that. I also considered "Breathing" by Lifehouse, but then decided it would just make me sound pathetic and stalker-esque. So, I need help! Give me suggestions! Please! Thank you!
Soothing colors...
This school year is going to drive me completely crazy. Since I'm taking so many classes about how to be a person, I have been analyzing myself, my leadership styles, my relationship styles, my learning styles, etc. What I have found is that I am a slightly left-brained, green circle person.
I honestly don't know what that means, but if it means I have no patience for lack of organization, I'd say it's dead on. Apparently all my teacher's must be right-brained, red star people because I have no idea what's going on. There's no format. There are no due dates. E-mails about what we should be doing get to us 5 minutes before class starts. I just can't take it!
One bright spot is Sociology of Deviance. Apparently Gerald Hughes and I are the same color, shape and direction because he has everything laid out in perfect detail. Not my most interesting class, but at least I know what's expected.
Luckily my blog has soothing new "Urban Outfitters" inspired colors. Guaranteed to make even the most upsetting day a little more relaxed. Thank you Steve for all of your help!
In the meantime, to all of you Miss Lippy's in the world, get your freakin' act together. Go make an outline or something!
Too Cool for Flagstaff...
I have come up with yet another reason to be disenchanted with Flagstaff. When I move, I may have nothing to write about, so enjoy these last nine months of whining! You'll miss it when its gone...
I just took a quiz to see what "Underground Scene Stereotype" I am and it came back that I am Indie. I supposedly discover all the bands before they become mainstream and really know my stuff. While I can't say that that's true, that is something I aspire towards.
But it is really hard to be cutting edge in Flagstaff! How am I supposed to know about the hot new bands with no local shows and Michelle Branch filling all radio airwaves 24 hours a day.
This thought was reinforced when Steve and I watched the VMAs. Of course we knew Green Day and The Killers, but some of the other songs I had never even heard of before. So not only do I not know bands before they become mainstream, I don't even know bands that have been on MTV for six months.
So, I have created a new list of criteria that the place we move to after graduation must meet:
1. It must NOT snow ten months out of the year.
2. It must have a functional Target (Greatland preferred).
3. It must have a thriving local music scene.
And some preferences:
1. An American Apparel
2. Some place with a half-baked cookie-like dessert
3. A baseball team (because it
has to be better live than on TV, right?)
4. Ikea
I'll be sure to bring my list to all job interviews that I have next spring/summer.
