Finally Feeling Inspired Again, Dangit. Slacker Doesn't Work Well On Me.

Alarm goes off at 6:55am. I stumble out of bed, wipe the sand out of my eyes, regret staying up past 2:00am discussing Christianity with MB over AOL Instant Messenger, take medicine, go to the bathroom, and climb back in bed. Then, because I feel like a somewhat responsible student who wants to make Bs with maybe an A or two thrown in, I edit my last 5 page paper, which argues something on The Gospel of Peter, a non-canonical gospel.

Rereading my papers is something I do not enjoy, as I can where they are lacking but am unwilling to do much to pad them more. Its 5 pages long, and while there are arguments in the pages, it seems that once again I included too much description and not enough solid evidence. But I am much too attached to my description to go back and press the delete button. I am also too lazy to attempt placing solid evidence. Its too early in the morning and too late in my final semester as an undergraduate to truly care.

It is sad that my GPA will drop if I make only Bs this semester. I can't quite decide how much I care. Probably more than I want to admit. I have only one C at this institution, and while I repeat the college mantra "Cs get degrees," I know I might possibly fall into a pit of despair if I graduate with two Cs. I'll still have over a 3.0 GPA, over a 3.25 GPA in fact, but I'll have it with the knowledge that I could have done must better.

This realization means that while I do not have any finals until next Wednesday, I will be spending the majority of Monday and Tuesday in the library reading all the assignments I should have read in the beginning of the semester. I will also force my hand to fall off, thus forcing me to learn how to write with my left hand, while taking notes and highlighting said readings.

And, after obsessively figuring out my grades instead of falling back asleep, I can say there is still a chance (a small one but one does exist) that I could end the semester with anywhere between a 3.5 GPA and a 4.0 GPA if I worked my butt off in a way I never have before. Okay, I have worked that hard before; it just sounds better if I say I haven't. Or something.

At least I began my 25 page paper last night. 3.2 pages down, 21.8 pages to go. Plus a 100 page portfolio. Senior year of college is not as easy as senior year of high school (post-prom when every teacher gnawed on chalk and pencils in anxiousness of us finally {!} leaving).

Inappropriate? Check. Funny? Check, check.

A few of my favorites from someecards.com; if easily offended, I suggest skipping to the post following this.






And now, from overheardinnewyork.com:

Starbucks employee #1: I just got so aroused when I made that caramel coffee today.
Starbucks employee #2: Oh god... You didn't do what you did last time, did you?!?

College boy #1: Do you think when we get there we can...
[Five second pause.]
College boy #2: What?
College boy #1: Sorry, I had to concentrate. I had to fart.

Boy waving banana: Want this?
Frustrated girl: I don't need a banana. I have a boyfriend

4 More Days of Class = Done With College, Forever

Four more days of class. Then, one 25 page paper to turn in along with a 100 page portfolio and two finals to take. Then I just survive a weekend in Oklahoma with my family and graduation. Then I am truly done. And, as of right now, truly homeless and jobless. I am going to be a bum.

Maybe my camera batteries will last long enough for me to take more pictures and then maybe I can sell said pictures and make enough money for a delicious 10-piece chicken nugget meal from McDonald's. With barbecue sauce, of course. I am still bitter I didn't get barbecue sauce yesterday. Humph.

Shake Your Pom Pom

For the time being, I am "unemployed", meaning I have only one job (outside of 12 hours of upper-division college hours) instead of two. I now work a total of 5 hours a week, 7 if you include driving to and from work, instead of working 30 hours a week. At first, I was devastated. And I was a huge mess of stress and other not very happy emotions. Poor boyfriend didn't know what hit him. Poor me couldn't handle anything.

And now? Now, I am starting to see it's the best thing that has ever happened to me.

And, yes, I will once again soon to be a productive member of society. I just have to find the right career because a job will no longer cut it. I'm moving on, baby!

Smoking Hot Ladies

Obsession: the domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc.

My obsessions include flowers, sunsets, clouds, chocolate, nail polish, shoes, purses, monthly hair appointments, tanning.

Some obsessions are expensive, others are not. Most cause me to appear vain. What it comes down to, I think, is that these obsessions are the little bits and pieces of beauty in everyday life. Its easy to focus on the negatives like being laid off or not knowing what career is correct for me or wondering where exactly I will be once I graduate. But these little obsessions help me to find beauty in life so I can trudge through all the mud the rainy days leave behind.