Ah, Twitter, you have failed me once again.
Am I the only one (besides Andrew, of course) who doesn't get what the big deal is?
Watch out, blog...you may be next!
D: <--- Blog's face.
Side note: You know when you're brushing your teeth and everything's going good, maybe you're a little tired, and all of a sudden your toothbrush slips and hits your gums and it really hurts?! I hate that.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The one where I didn't have a brain.
You know those moments when you say something really smart or witty and you think to yourself, "Man, I am a genius!" Or those times when you do something really awesome, so you hold up your hand because you know deserve a high five. And even though it stings, you accept the other three consecutive high fives because that sting is the sting of intellectual victory. Those are the moments that make you feel good about yourself; that make you realize you've got something to offer. Think about it. Feels good, doesn't it?
You know what doesn't feel good? When the complete opposite happens. You didn't say something smart or witty--you didn't do something really awesome. Somehow in some way you just looked like a dingus. Put your hand down..no one's high-fiving that.
Tonight I congratulated one of my friends for doing an awesome job in Spring Sing.
Come to find out, they weren't in Spring Sing.
Dingus.
You know what doesn't feel good? When the complete opposite happens. You didn't say something smart or witty--you didn't do something really awesome. Somehow in some way you just looked like a dingus. Put your hand down..no one's high-fiving that.
Tonight I congratulated one of my friends for doing an awesome job in Spring Sing.
Come to find out, they weren't in Spring Sing.
Dingus.
Monday, January 24, 2011
The one with the lack of inspiration.
I'm astounded at how few interests I have. At how infinitesimal my cares are for the things going on around me. I have to come up with three informative speech topics for my Communications class in the morning. And of course, since my skills at procrastination are so exceedingly great, I haven't tried to think of anything until just now.
Why couldn't I have grown up in a family that did something out of the ordinary? We could have lived on a peacock farm; my father could have hand-made 18th century boats while my mom worked in the lab--something! Growing up in a small town where the biggest thing to get excited about were the Friday night football games and which new restaurant was being built definitely did not help to prepare me for this class.
I guess it's my fault though. I should be more informed of current events. Politics, perhaps. There's always something new and absurd going on in that department. I should know more about what's happening in our country, better yet, at my school. I could have gotten involved in intramurals or Spring Sing. I could have helped with the plays and musicals. I could have spent most of my time in my room watching television and "doing homework" with my roommate. Oh wait, that is what I'm doing. And you know what? I like it.
Maybe one day I'll venture outside into the unknown world and live my life uninhibited and--like countless motivational speakers, teachers, and hit songs have suggested--to the fullest. One day I'll soak up all the culture and new things that are waiting outside of my doorstep.
But not today. Because it's Monday. And I still have to come up with three topics for my dang speech. And while I would be fine with talking about mustached men or night blindness in cats, I don't think my teacher would deem them "appealing to the audience." But what does he know? He's fairly old. I think it's safe to allege that he is a tad out of touch with my generation. He doesn't necessarily know what we find fascinating. He also doesn't have a mustache. Or, as far as I know, a cat. So...yeah.
Why couldn't I have grown up in a family that did something out of the ordinary? We could have lived on a peacock farm; my father could have hand-made 18th century boats while my mom worked in the lab--something! Growing up in a small town where the biggest thing to get excited about were the Friday night football games and which new restaurant was being built definitely did not help to prepare me for this class.
I guess it's my fault though. I should be more informed of current events. Politics, perhaps. There's always something new and absurd going on in that department. I should know more about what's happening in our country, better yet, at my school. I could have gotten involved in intramurals or Spring Sing. I could have helped with the plays and musicals. I could have spent most of my time in my room watching television and "doing homework" with my roommate. Oh wait, that is what I'm doing. And you know what? I like it.
Maybe one day I'll venture outside into the unknown world and live my life uninhibited and--like countless motivational speakers, teachers, and hit songs have suggested--to the fullest. One day I'll soak up all the culture and new things that are waiting outside of my doorstep.
But not today. Because it's Monday. And I still have to come up with three topics for my dang speech. And while I would be fine with talking about mustached men or night blindness in cats, I don't think my teacher would deem them "appealing to the audience." But what does he know? He's fairly old. I think it's safe to allege that he is a tad out of touch with my generation. He doesn't necessarily know what we find fascinating. He also doesn't have a mustache. Or, as far as I know, a cat. So...yeah.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
The one with the reasonable reaction.
So tonight, as is it every night, my RA came into my room for curfew check to make sure I was in my room and not gallivanting around town consuming large amounts of alcohol, terrorizing old people, spray painting train cars, or some other unwholesome act. I don't usually go to town so I'm not really familiar with all the things that people do there, but I'm sure it's something of that nature.
Anyways, as she walked in she asked me how I was doing and, keeping it conveniently short, I told her that I was tired. Which was true, I'm almost always tired. She looked at me like I was dumb and suggested that I could "ya know, go to sleep." I proceeded to tell her that I couldn't right then because I have a lot of homework that I have to do. At that, she walked over to me, observed what I was doing, and said, "It looks like you're eating grapes and playing on Facebook."
That's exactly what I was doing.
But suddenly, I was filled with a burning resentment! Yes, I was eating grapes and checking my Facebook! So what? I am in college, and paying a hefty sum to be here, nonetheless! If I want to partake in a midnight snack and catch up on the daily lives of my internet compadres instead of doing my homework right that second, then I have the right to!
I didn't say any of these things out loud, of course. I simply told her that it was pre-homework warm up, and she responded with a look of disbelief. I'm not one to cause a dramatic scene over something so frivilous, so in lieu of throwing my chair, banging my hands on the desk, or shouting obscenities, I glared at her as she left the room. I believe that did the trick.
Anyways, as she walked in she asked me how I was doing and, keeping it conveniently short, I told her that I was tired. Which was true, I'm almost always tired. She looked at me like I was dumb and suggested that I could "ya know, go to sleep." I proceeded to tell her that I couldn't right then because I have a lot of homework that I have to do. At that, she walked over to me, observed what I was doing, and said, "It looks like you're eating grapes and playing on Facebook."
That's exactly what I was doing.
But suddenly, I was filled with a burning resentment! Yes, I was eating grapes and checking my Facebook! So what? I am in college, and paying a hefty sum to be here, nonetheless! If I want to partake in a midnight snack and catch up on the daily lives of my internet compadres instead of doing my homework right that second, then I have the right to!
I didn't say any of these things out loud, of course. I simply told her that it was pre-homework warm up, and she responded with a look of disbelief. I'm not one to cause a dramatic scene over something so frivilous, so in lieu of throwing my chair, banging my hands on the desk, or shouting obscenities, I glared at her as she left the room. I believe that did the trick.
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