If anyone can provide a reasonable explanation for the continued existence of western Maryland that excludes any proclamation of how rapturously beautiful the Appalachian Mountains are, I will be very impressed indeed and may possibly reconsider reconsidering my absolute loathing for this region of my home state.
Have I ever lived there? Or spent more than two hours there? No, thank the gods. I have had the good fortune (and I say this with only the slightest irony) of having been raised in Baltimore County, in central Maryland. This is the Maryland I know and love, where we delight in seafood and seafarers. Where we indulgently support our terrible sports teams and complain about how terrible Baltimore is and how boring. Where we visit Ocean City in droves, meandering over the Bay Bridge with determined cheer, resolved to enjoy our trip to the beach even if the beach is little more than an overpriced, overcrowded, overrated maze of hotels, motels, Holiday Inns, mini golf courses, Sunsations, and Candy Kitchens. The Maryland I know is all about the Chesapeake Bay.
Western Maryland is all about Mountains. Mountains? Mountains? I do not understand. I am not wholly ignorant; I too find great joy in watching the sun rise in shades of purple and red as you drive through winding mountain roads. I understand the beauty. But even though I understand the basic concept of Mountainous Beauty, I fail to understand why Western Marylanders take so much damn pride in their damnable Allegheny mountains. And before we continue, yes, perhaps I am slightly biased. Perhaps prejudice resides in these words, for I did receive my first speeding ticket while journeying with a very irritated, very full car, through the mountains early in the morning. My car did not appreciate the change in altitude, nor did it support the whole notion of hills and vales, of steep inclines and precarious declines. It was angry with me the whole way, and I suppose as an act of protest decided to first go ten miles under the speed limit for 45 minutes, then sporadically soar above the speed limit when cops were nearby.
And another thing. I object to the standards to which police officers in western Maryland adhere. A speeding ticket for 74 in a 65 is laughable on a highway in Baltimore County, unless the officer happens to be incredibly ill-tempered and bored. They are too busy focusing on the people going 90 miles an hour, or 100. But this officer was downright jovial and pleasant, which confused me. Doesn't he have better things to do? Like catch that SUV who is most definitely exceeding the posted limit more egregiously than I? Clearly, western Marylanders are law-abiding citizens, which makes any sort of minor transgression a big deal. I mean, their law-abidingness is all well and good for them but wreaks havoc on those of us used to greater leniency.
Therefore, it is my humble opinion that we do away with Western Maryland. The mountainous regions of Garrett County, Allegheny County, Washington County, and even the not-so-mountainous Frederick County can all be reassigned to West Virginia. No one needs Cumberland. No one in Maryland needs the Appalachians. We who prefer the coastal region can always go to visit another state should any interest in visiting mountains arise.
Silly, am I? Ignorant? Perhaps. But I am irked that I have to travel two hours out of my way on my busiest of school days to go to traffic court, all because cops in western Maryland have nothing better to do than lurk around corners and hand out ridiculous speeding tickets for going under ten miles over. How silly. How quaint.
Or maybe, I will just never ever go to western Maryland again. Why should I? I am a Chesapeake bay girl. An ocean girl. Mountains hold little joy for me, in comparison to sand and salt water and sun. And crabs. Do they even eat those out in Allegheny county? I shake my head.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
It Has Been Far Too Long
...since last I blogged. Now it is almost July, and for some strange reason I have not had to go to work in over five days. However, this vacation must soon end, for today is my dear Latte's last day and I shall be taking up her work hours. And then I will be working all the time. But this is okay by me, since I am poverty-stricken and incapable of rubbing two pennies together.
But this is not my musing for today. My musing for today is the art of letter writing. For this morning (a strangely not humid, temperate day for a Baltimore perching on the edge of July) I received a letter from one of my closest school friends. And might I say how absolutely beautiful her letters are. Where do people get the skill to write so gracefully? Thoughts flowed perfectly together. There were no non-sequitors polluting her thoughts like my letters are so wont to do. Her letters are absolutely lyrical. The stuff of well-written fiction. Only they are real. And I am so jealous. Because my thoughts are scatterbrained and slightly ludicrous, reminiscent of a slightly ADD seven year old. I skip merrily through thoughts, jotting down whatever comes to mind with no heed for structure or relevance. I often write my letters in the wee hours of the morning, when I am too tired to think straight but am unable to sleep.
And then I receive masterpieces, worthy of placement in a Jane Austen novel in return and I feel horribly inadequate. So this is one of my many goals for the summer. I will learn how to write a good letter. No more of my jumbled childish thoughts that reek of misplaced humor and sarcasm. I aspire to be as good as my friend.
And eventually, I may succeed. One can only hope.
Ta, Bagels.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
TIME FOR SUMMER. AND CHANGE.
So I've become aware that my posts are becoming increasingly depressing, and at the risk of sounding like I'm on the road to suicide, I'd like to post about the good things in my life. Because, believe it or not, there are some. And I'm hoping that in writing about them, I will become more inspired in life to actually, you know, DO things.
1. I live in a terrific neighborhood, and I have, materialistically, everything I could ask for. Almost anything I need is within a ten minute drive, and I can even walk places even though I'm often far too lazy. I have 2 computers: a desktop for gaming and hanging out and a laptop for when I need to get things done. I have a flat screen TV and a double size bed in my room, and more clothes than can fit in my custom fit drawers that my grandfather built. I have my own car, for the moment, that I don't have to pay for. Except for insurance which I often forget to pay for anyway.
2. My parents, for better or for worse, are really quite good. I really don't know how to word that, so you'll have to forgive me. They let me live here even though I pretty much do nothing; I sit in my room and play wow/watch tv, and leave only for the occasional class (that I do not take enough of) and work. They accept this and despite constant hints for me to go outside/make friends, they really do accept who I am, mostly (in my opinion), because of my failure at life brother. They're just glad that I'm not out being a party machine and wasting my life in a bottle or a joint. He's so gross. (He will not be appearing on this list, just so we're clear :P)
3. I have 2 really great friends. Bagels and Kathleen are truly irreplaceable; I can trust both of them with anything. I love them oodles, and they're great to talk to at any time and I at least know that Bagels will not be judgemental. They've been there for me through a lot, and they'll never know how much I appreciate it, because I know that I can be a piece of work sometimes.
4. I have a great boyfriend. I mean come on, total package. He's a total cutie and he's a wonderful friend to me. We have a lot of chemistry and he understands a lot about me that I never thought a guy could understand. We have such a relaxed relationship (despite what you saw in my previous post lol), and it's really great to not have stress in that part of my life.
5. If I apply myself in school, I actually do pretty well. I enjoy my English and History classes, and deal with the other ones. A challenge every now and again is definitely welcome, i just need to learn to pay attention and make an effort.
Great! I actually feel a lot better. Self esteem is a tricky issue, and I feel like if a lot of girls took a step out of their lives for a second and just look at all the positive things they'll realize how good they actually have it. Moving on!
With my failure of a freshman year in the past and a brand new summer on the horizon, I feel it's necessary to make a few changes in the way that I live my life. Sure, things are ok, but they could definitely be better.
First off! Dietary restrictions. I've put on a few pounds in my belly and I need to get it off before I have to wear a bikini: Beach on July 11!
So, I'm going to make an attempt to exercise at least once a day. I'm not listing an exact form of exercise. I'm going to check out some yoga videos and maybe go for a walk. If I say that I'm going to go running every day then I know that I won't because I've never liked running, ever. So I'm leaving that open ended ^_^.
FOODS I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT EAT. NO MATTER WHAT. I HOPE.
1. Bagels. (I'm sorry, but I eat far too many :( I've tried to quit them before, but I really need to buckle down this time. I mean business!)
2. Pizza. (Of any kind. It's not that a little pizza now and then is okay, but I generally go too far when pizza is involved. 5-6 pieces is totally the norm for me, and that has to change.)
3. Macaroni and cheese. (I've eaten it at least once a week since the spring semester has started. Ugh.)
4. Pastries/Pies. (This includes any and all forms of danishes, cupcakes, muffins, cake, cookies, etc. Note I didn't mention ice-cream. Yum.)
THINGS THAT I NEED TO START EATING!
1. More fruit and veggies! Well, at least some yummy fruit. Veggies are meh.
2. Drink at least a glass of milk a day. Apparently, studies have shown that despite the fact that many women have cut dairy out of their diets, a glass of milk or serving of dairy can actually help weight loss around the midsection. Hey, it's worth a try, right?
3. Drink more water, too. No more sugary juices and teas. Just coffee and water, and only regular coffee, no more expensive Venti Mochas from Starbucks.
4. Good carbs. Instead of filling myself with fattening noodles and bread, choose carbs wisely. Eat wheat over white bread, and maybe only have half a sandwich with some fruit instead of a full sandwich with goldfish.
I'm going out to buy a scale tomorrow. I'm going to start keeping a food journal (she threatens), and weigh myself every Sunday to see if I'm getting any results.
I'm really optimistic about this, and excited.
Goals, ahoy!
--Latte
1. I live in a terrific neighborhood, and I have, materialistically, everything I could ask for. Almost anything I need is within a ten minute drive, and I can even walk places even though I'm often far too lazy. I have 2 computers: a desktop for gaming and hanging out and a laptop for when I need to get things done. I have a flat screen TV and a double size bed in my room, and more clothes than can fit in my custom fit drawers that my grandfather built. I have my own car, for the moment, that I don't have to pay for. Except for insurance which I often forget to pay for anyway.
2. My parents, for better or for worse, are really quite good. I really don't know how to word that, so you'll have to forgive me. They let me live here even though I pretty much do nothing; I sit in my room and play wow/watch tv, and leave only for the occasional class (that I do not take enough of) and work. They accept this and despite constant hints for me to go outside/make friends, they really do accept who I am, mostly (in my opinion), because of my failure at life brother. They're just glad that I'm not out being a party machine and wasting my life in a bottle or a joint. He's so gross. (He will not be appearing on this list, just so we're clear :P)
3. I have 2 really great friends. Bagels and Kathleen are truly irreplaceable; I can trust both of them with anything. I love them oodles, and they're great to talk to at any time and I at least know that Bagels will not be judgemental. They've been there for me through a lot, and they'll never know how much I appreciate it, because I know that I can be a piece of work sometimes.
4. I have a great boyfriend. I mean come on, total package. He's a total cutie and he's a wonderful friend to me. We have a lot of chemistry and he understands a lot about me that I never thought a guy could understand. We have such a relaxed relationship (despite what you saw in my previous post lol), and it's really great to not have stress in that part of my life.
5. If I apply myself in school, I actually do pretty well. I enjoy my English and History classes, and deal with the other ones. A challenge every now and again is definitely welcome, i just need to learn to pay attention and make an effort.
Great! I actually feel a lot better. Self esteem is a tricky issue, and I feel like if a lot of girls took a step out of their lives for a second and just look at all the positive things they'll realize how good they actually have it. Moving on!
With my failure of a freshman year in the past and a brand new summer on the horizon, I feel it's necessary to make a few changes in the way that I live my life. Sure, things are ok, but they could definitely be better.
First off! Dietary restrictions. I've put on a few pounds in my belly and I need to get it off before I have to wear a bikini: Beach on July 11!
So, I'm going to make an attempt to exercise at least once a day. I'm not listing an exact form of exercise. I'm going to check out some yoga videos and maybe go for a walk. If I say that I'm going to go running every day then I know that I won't because I've never liked running, ever. So I'm leaving that open ended ^_^.
FOODS I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT EAT. NO MATTER WHAT. I HOPE.
1. Bagels. (I'm sorry, but I eat far too many :( I've tried to quit them before, but I really need to buckle down this time. I mean business!)
2. Pizza. (Of any kind. It's not that a little pizza now and then is okay, but I generally go too far when pizza is involved. 5-6 pieces is totally the norm for me, and that has to change.)
3. Macaroni and cheese. (I've eaten it at least once a week since the spring semester has started. Ugh.)
4. Pastries/Pies. (This includes any and all forms of danishes, cupcakes, muffins, cake, cookies, etc. Note I didn't mention ice-cream. Yum.)
THINGS THAT I NEED TO START EATING!
1. More fruit and veggies! Well, at least some yummy fruit. Veggies are meh.
2. Drink at least a glass of milk a day. Apparently, studies have shown that despite the fact that many women have cut dairy out of their diets, a glass of milk or serving of dairy can actually help weight loss around the midsection. Hey, it's worth a try, right?
3. Drink more water, too. No more sugary juices and teas. Just coffee and water, and only regular coffee, no more expensive Venti Mochas from Starbucks.
4. Good carbs. Instead of filling myself with fattening noodles and bread, choose carbs wisely. Eat wheat over white bread, and maybe only have half a sandwich with some fruit instead of a full sandwich with goldfish.
I'm going out to buy a scale tomorrow. I'm going to start keeping a food journal (she threatens), and weigh myself every Sunday to see if I'm getting any results.
I'm really optimistic about this, and excited.
Goals, ahoy!
--Latte
Thursday, May 14, 2009
ugh
so i'll admit to having slightly obsessive compulsive behavior. id like that thank my wonderfully worrying mother for that most attractive trait.
as a preface this is going to be an extremely disoriented post mostly because i'm fucking angry at myself.
i have a really hard time with relationships. yes i realize i talk about this a lot but i don't have much else of a life to talk about. i have this weird attention needing thing where if the person i'm dating doesn't update me on what they're doing or why they're not responding to things i'm doing then i fucking freak out and lose all sanity.
i'm pretty sly at the beginning of a relationship. i ignore the guy at all the right times and carefully manage my words and how much i reveal. but when i finally feel comfortable they realize what a fucking psychotic freak i am. i go crazy and i fucked up tonight.
so sometimes steve has these emo-fits and ignores me for a little bit. i have a really hard time with this. if he told me that he needed some time alone, that would be fine, i could deal with that. but usually he just cuts me off, and i ALWAYS, and i fucking mean ALWAYS, think that this means i've done something wrong.
always.
so naturally, my first fucking brilliant response is to flip my lid on the crazy jar and spaz out.
after a really bad night of raiding in wow (yes i am a nerd, we should have established this by now), i try to talk to him and he doesn't respond. he then proceeds to immediate log off without a word.
i text him saying something like "look i realize you're upset but the least you could do is say something to me. i hope you have a good night i guess.".
he doesn't respond. for like 4 minutes. and because i'm psycho:
'i hope you know it hurts when you ignore me :('
he responds with: 'what are you talking about. i was in the fucking bathroom.'
and go. i'm FUCKING.
CRAZY.
FUCKING.
CRAZY.
i texted him back apologizing and promising to be less psychotic. he doesn't respond.
i apologize again because i can't ever seem to just let things fucking go.
he texts me: 'i guess i'm just gonna go to bed. night.'
being crazy i call him, no answer. i text him: 'please. i'm so sorry.'
nope, nada. i call again and leave a sobstory message because i'm fucking emo and wait. nothing. so i send him a final text saying 'i fucked up and i couldn't be more sorry. i love you. i hope to talk to you tomorrow'
WHICH IS WHAT I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING SAID FROM THE VERY FUCKING START AND JUST FUCKING LEFT IT AT THAT.
but of course i'm insane. and can't ever leave things as they should.
i've deleted all my messages because i can't bear to look at them because i am having a hard time right now if it wasn't blatantly obvious.
i am really upset right now, and i really just needed to hardcore rant. because i'm a fucking idiot. bagels i need you home. i was thinking about calling kathleen but i dunno if i could bear to listen to her talk about herself for an hour.. but maybe that would get my mind off of it.
i also fucking missed my english final because i am stupid and skipped classes. and i also couldn't sign up for summer classes because of my advisor and haven't told my mother. i realize that this whole thing with steve will blow over but because i have in me the blood of a psycho worrier, i continue to worry about whether he will break up with me over this. i've never actually had a huge fight with anyone i've been with so i don't know how to react. this isn't a huge fight. i realize that. i'm blowing this way out of proportion because i'm a fucking pro at it.
it's just that i don't know how to deal with this. i've never really actually felt this way about anyone and i'm fucking terrified i'm going to fuck this up. there's so much pressure on girls now adays to get married and i know that i shouldn't be worried about it but what if he's the person i'm supposed to be with but i'm just too god damned psychotic to be in a relationship and i'm driving him away?
i'm overreacting, i'm aware of this. i just fucking hate long distance. but i can't imagine being without him. angsty teen, etc.
just fucking shoot me now.
LATTE, EMO-OUT.
as a preface this is going to be an extremely disoriented post mostly because i'm fucking angry at myself.
i have a really hard time with relationships. yes i realize i talk about this a lot but i don't have much else of a life to talk about. i have this weird attention needing thing where if the person i'm dating doesn't update me on what they're doing or why they're not responding to things i'm doing then i fucking freak out and lose all sanity.
i'm pretty sly at the beginning of a relationship. i ignore the guy at all the right times and carefully manage my words and how much i reveal. but when i finally feel comfortable they realize what a fucking psychotic freak i am. i go crazy and i fucked up tonight.
so sometimes steve has these emo-fits and ignores me for a little bit. i have a really hard time with this. if he told me that he needed some time alone, that would be fine, i could deal with that. but usually he just cuts me off, and i ALWAYS, and i fucking mean ALWAYS, think that this means i've done something wrong.
always.
so naturally, my first fucking brilliant response is to flip my lid on the crazy jar and spaz out.
after a really bad night of raiding in wow (yes i am a nerd, we should have established this by now), i try to talk to him and he doesn't respond. he then proceeds to immediate log off without a word.
i text him saying something like "look i realize you're upset but the least you could do is say something to me. i hope you have a good night i guess.".
he doesn't respond. for like 4 minutes. and because i'm psycho:
'i hope you know it hurts when you ignore me :('
he responds with: 'what are you talking about. i was in the fucking bathroom.'
and go. i'm FUCKING.
CRAZY.
FUCKING.
CRAZY.
i texted him back apologizing and promising to be less psychotic. he doesn't respond.
i apologize again because i can't ever seem to just let things fucking go.
he texts me: 'i guess i'm just gonna go to bed. night.'
being crazy i call him, no answer. i text him: 'please. i'm so sorry.'
nope, nada. i call again and leave a sobstory message because i'm fucking emo and wait. nothing. so i send him a final text saying 'i fucked up and i couldn't be more sorry. i love you. i hope to talk to you tomorrow'
WHICH IS WHAT I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING SAID FROM THE VERY FUCKING START AND JUST FUCKING LEFT IT AT THAT.
but of course i'm insane. and can't ever leave things as they should.
i've deleted all my messages because i can't bear to look at them because i am having a hard time right now if it wasn't blatantly obvious.
i am really upset right now, and i really just needed to hardcore rant. because i'm a fucking idiot. bagels i need you home. i was thinking about calling kathleen but i dunno if i could bear to listen to her talk about herself for an hour.. but maybe that would get my mind off of it.
i also fucking missed my english final because i am stupid and skipped classes. and i also couldn't sign up for summer classes because of my advisor and haven't told my mother. i realize that this whole thing with steve will blow over but because i have in me the blood of a psycho worrier, i continue to worry about whether he will break up with me over this. i've never actually had a huge fight with anyone i've been with so i don't know how to react. this isn't a huge fight. i realize that. i'm blowing this way out of proportion because i'm a fucking pro at it.
it's just that i don't know how to deal with this. i've never really actually felt this way about anyone and i'm fucking terrified i'm going to fuck this up. there's so much pressure on girls now adays to get married and i know that i shouldn't be worried about it but what if he's the person i'm supposed to be with but i'm just too god damned psychotic to be in a relationship and i'm driving him away?
i'm overreacting, i'm aware of this. i just fucking hate long distance. but i can't imagine being without him. angsty teen, etc.
just fucking shoot me now.
LATTE, EMO-OUT.
Friday, April 24, 2009
What Color Defines You?
I did a quizilla quiz today with the titular title. This is what I got:
A deep blue
The color that describes your personality most is a deep, dark but pretty blue, like the ocean. You tend to sometimes feel disheartened or misunderstood, but you're also calm and quite fun to be around! Just like the crashing waves, you too can have random mood swings, and sometimes have a bit of an angry side to you. Full of life and completely energized, you most likely rock the world of others, and it's pretty hard NOT to notice you!
this is by far the most accurate quiz on that ridiculous site i have taken. Except the whole completely energized bit...
Also...I figured out this:
Thursday, April 16, 2009
A Double Dose of Birthday Celebration
So my birthday was on Tuesday, and my friend's birthday was today. So we had a party wednesday, since that is a traditional party night here at school and because it was appropriately in between. It was quite lovely, in that there were many people and a delicious chocolate covered rice krispy treat for my birthday gift.
There were also a lot of obnoxious drunkards, myself not included. I have taken a sort of unspoken vow of sobriety. Drinking no longer interests me. I look at a glass of liquor and i feel indifferent, rather than the unsurpassed glee i used to feel. I am not the only one. Several of my friends have grown apathetic towards alcohol, and i say its about damn time we all sobered up.
Several of my friends, however, have not. I spent most evening dodging my former hookup, who was running about all over the place, yelling at people in a faux irish accent (he is NOT IRISH. at all.) and singing stupid pink floyd songs whilst playing an empty champagne bottle, and trying to hug or high five me every five minutes. It was ridiculous. Also another highly drunken guest was trying to authoritatively guess when i would go off and hook up with my former hookup again while making obscene hand gestures.
I was having none of it. I avoided both of them like the plague.
Aside from this minor hiccup, (and having a very drunk david duchovny slut babble at me in her Irish accent -- which is actually real -- about how she'd like to be friends but she doesn't think we will be because i don't like her and she doesn't like me) I had an excellent time. this one boy (renowned for his absolute coolness in manner of forties mobster) sang my friend and me irish songs, which is basically the COOLEST thing ever, simply because it is alex. Also I had chocolate, and every one seemed really enthusiastic about celebrating, which is unusual. I'm not used to people actually caring enough or remembering to do anything about it. My 18th and 17th birthdays sucked. A lot. So i was pleasantly surprised at how well this one turned out. i can only imagine what 21 will be like.
It will be hardcore and intense, and i hope there is no death.
Note, Latte, this is not me trying to tell you anything, i promise. this is just mere fact. i love you lots and lots and i hope you have fun this weekend. oodles of noodles of love.
bagels.
There were also a lot of obnoxious drunkards, myself not included. I have taken a sort of unspoken vow of sobriety. Drinking no longer interests me. I look at a glass of liquor and i feel indifferent, rather than the unsurpassed glee i used to feel. I am not the only one. Several of my friends have grown apathetic towards alcohol, and i say its about damn time we all sobered up.
Several of my friends, however, have not. I spent most evening dodging my former hookup, who was running about all over the place, yelling at people in a faux irish accent (he is NOT IRISH. at all.) and singing stupid pink floyd songs whilst playing an empty champagne bottle, and trying to hug or high five me every five minutes. It was ridiculous. Also another highly drunken guest was trying to authoritatively guess when i would go off and hook up with my former hookup again while making obscene hand gestures.
I was having none of it. I avoided both of them like the plague.
Aside from this minor hiccup, (and having a very drunk david duchovny slut babble at me in her Irish accent -- which is actually real -- about how she'd like to be friends but she doesn't think we will be because i don't like her and she doesn't like me) I had an excellent time. this one boy (renowned for his absolute coolness in manner of forties mobster) sang my friend and me irish songs, which is basically the COOLEST thing ever, simply because it is alex. Also I had chocolate, and every one seemed really enthusiastic about celebrating, which is unusual. I'm not used to people actually caring enough or remembering to do anything about it. My 18th and 17th birthdays sucked. A lot. So i was pleasantly surprised at how well this one turned out. i can only imagine what 21 will be like.
It will be hardcore and intense, and i hope there is no death.
Note, Latte, this is not me trying to tell you anything, i promise. this is just mere fact. i love you lots and lots and i hope you have fun this weekend. oodles of noodles of love.
bagels.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Ok, so I'm a slacker.
However, i have generally good reason.
today's rant will detail incompetence. in teachers, for instance. more specifically, my computer science teacher. ONWARD.
ok, so i realize that this is a general education class and is therefore required for graduation, etc. but i mean come on, this woman calls out more than a first grader plays sick. i'm in one of her lectures right now; she's forgotten the source justifications that she has supposedly graded AGAIN for the second time. then she mentions that she considered calling her mother and asking her to bring in the papers, to which most of the class snickered.
granted, when she actually shows up, she's a decent teacher. if i didn't have my laptop with me, which i've decided is the ultimate tool of procrastination/distraction, i would most likely be taking notes/slightly paying attention.
the only thing that seriously bothers me is that she continues to maintain strict due dates for assignments she fails to explain due to her frequent absences.
sigh in other news, stephen is coming to visit this weekend, which i am awfully excited about. however due to his extreme skill in procrastination he has failed to look at plane ticket prices until today. which brings up another issue.
he's a very good procrastinater, and i'm aware of it. i also excel in this opposite skill. but how can i encourage him to do things on time if i don't do things on time myself? two weeks ago i told him to start looking at plane tickets, prices, times, etc, but he told me he'd get to it. now, knowing him, i knew that he wouldn't get to it until about now. but what can i do? i could nag him about it, but right now there are so many things to nag him about right now. he is 'looking for' a job, because he left his job at Best Buy, and his school application is due on May 1 and he hasn't started yet. thing is, i filled out my application, but i haven't sent mine in either!
on a completely different, yet slightly similar note i have told my mother that i signed up/registered for summer classes but i haven't yet. the stupid fucking idiot advisor decided to block everyone's account until we all talk to her about our stupid schedules. this includes summer AND fall schedules. how am i supposed to tell her that i don't want to go to this dumb school for another godforsaken year? i can't even imagine being in this place this time next year. it makes me sick to my stomach.
so just further testament to how well i procrastinate.
however i should really pay attention now. i'm so sleepy :(
today's rant will detail incompetence. in teachers, for instance. more specifically, my computer science teacher. ONWARD.
ok, so i realize that this is a general education class and is therefore required for graduation, etc. but i mean come on, this woman calls out more than a first grader plays sick. i'm in one of her lectures right now; she's forgotten the source justifications that she has supposedly graded AGAIN for the second time. then she mentions that she considered calling her mother and asking her to bring in the papers, to which most of the class snickered.
granted, when she actually shows up, she's a decent teacher. if i didn't have my laptop with me, which i've decided is the ultimate tool of procrastination/distraction, i would most likely be taking notes/slightly paying attention.
the only thing that seriously bothers me is that she continues to maintain strict due dates for assignments she fails to explain due to her frequent absences.
sigh in other news, stephen is coming to visit this weekend, which i am awfully excited about. however due to his extreme skill in procrastination he has failed to look at plane ticket prices until today. which brings up another issue.
he's a very good procrastinater, and i'm aware of it. i also excel in this opposite skill. but how can i encourage him to do things on time if i don't do things on time myself? two weeks ago i told him to start looking at plane tickets, prices, times, etc, but he told me he'd get to it. now, knowing him, i knew that he wouldn't get to it until about now. but what can i do? i could nag him about it, but right now there are so many things to nag him about right now. he is 'looking for' a job, because he left his job at Best Buy, and his school application is due on May 1 and he hasn't started yet. thing is, i filled out my application, but i haven't sent mine in either!
on a completely different, yet slightly similar note i have told my mother that i signed up/registered for summer classes but i haven't yet. the stupid fucking idiot advisor decided to block everyone's account until we all talk to her about our stupid schedules. this includes summer AND fall schedules. how am i supposed to tell her that i don't want to go to this dumb school for another godforsaken year? i can't even imagine being in this place this time next year. it makes me sick to my stomach.
so just further testament to how well i procrastinate.
however i should really pay attention now. i'm so sleepy :(
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