Monthly Archives: July 2012

The Month of August is for Reflection

I’ve finally got some time off, and it’ll be an ideal time to reflect on some (hopeful changes) of mentality.

1. On Personal Style: It’s like creating a raw personal narrative, without fancy words just because. (bullet points for a post later: “I can be as stylish as he is if I spent that much money” -B, minimalist wardrobes, not wanting to deplete my scant savings in order to have style.

2. put in face-time with professors

3. um. time to schedule an optometrist and dentist visit.

4. feeling unpatriotic because I don’t care for the olympics past the opening ceremony.

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i work out

Jen laughs at me when I have to lunge myself into my jeans.

Embarrassing photo to come later.

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I am in the throes of a small financial crisis.

Small, because I don’t have to pay rent, or buy groceries, or support a family.

Crisis, because tuition costs an arm and a leg and half of my dog. (So does pet health insurance – and there goes all my limbs).

I know it’s important to keep in mind my long-term goals – I won’t be working retail and tutoring and interning and schooling forever. Just a year and a half more. But somehow, this side of a-year-and-a-half seems pretty fucking far.

I need to be reminded, once in a while, to sit back and remember that this is only temporary. That I’m doing the difficult stuff now because I have a five-year plan. And I suppose five-year plans are never pretty until you get to the end of it.

And then you read articles about why you should travel when you’re young. You remember soaking in Costa Rica with 9 of your friends, and although you did nothing particularly profound there, you think of the hot and humid days on the beach, in the town, playing Narrator in Mafia (your first time!) with food poisoning (boo), white-water rafting in a scene out of a movie, and the nights in the pool with music and shouting and a drink or three. It wasn’t financially practical to go, and neither were the four music festivals you partook in this year, but then you’ll remember that you finally saw all three members of Swedish House Mafia, and all the UCI alumnus you met that weekend (Brian has a small army of friends), and you’ll remember that you’ve never heard so much amazing music in your life, and you’ll be revisited by that thought whenever you hear the opening bars of Kaskade’s Coachella set, or a Dre and Eminem collaboration, or another Tupac hologram.

For love; we do it all for love.

Also, I am reading The Confessions of Max Tivoli. It makes me incredibly sad, because he ages backwards, and the people he loved never remember him.

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love. 

I am in the thr…

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WORST TWO SENTENCES EVER

“The leaf is comprised of a branching pattern that the large veins of the leaf create throughout the leaf. Notice the branching pattern of the large veins as they branch all over the leaf.”

Worst. Sentences. Ever.

What with battling through this horrible online lecture, beating a thought to death, and the cat yowling at regular intervals in our front yard, it’s geting late and I’m less and less inclined to be productive.

#onlineclassessuck

Originally I was going to write “onlineclassesstink”, but the “uck” seems to stand out a lot more than the “ink”. Might that be why the f-word is so prevalently used to describe an overwhelming feeling of anger or pain? or anger?

Speaking of ink, I’d like to get henna-ed in a possible preparation for more permanent ink. In two years, if I’m still thinking about this, then maybe.

Call me?

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