Giving blood makes my heart happy.
Knowing that someone will be saved, thanks to this precious red liquid that runs through my veins, gives me fuzzy feelings inside.
Now, if I can only learn how to walk through solid objects, my life might be complete.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
The Doodling.
So, I've come to the realization that I have wasted unnecessary amounts of money throughout my life which has inadvertently led to the wasting of my time and my lack of knowledge.
Each year at the beginning of a new semester I buy a notebook for each class. When I buy these notebooks I make a commitment to do better this year, promising myself that this will be a new beginning, I won't spend countless hours in which I should be paying attention to my studies doodling, practicing my cursive, writing down lyrics, drawing masterpieces, etc, etc.
However, there comes a point in time when I just can't take it anymore. My ears can't take the droning, my mind is exploding with distracting thoughts, and my fingers are itching to do something other than taking notes. Eventually, I'll give into myself letting the ink flow on paper releasing the torturous thoughts of my mind.
At the end of the semester, I go back, look at my notebooks, and what do I find? The same thing I find every year. Everything but class notes.
Each of these is usually one of those 5 subject notebooks. Costing, lets say $3-4. That times 6-7 classes equals $18-28. With two semesters every year that's close to say $50.
So not only have I wasted precious money that could have gone to other necessities of a poor college student but I have also deprived myself of knowledge and time in which i could have learned the material rather than trying to cram what I missed the night before a test.
In conclusion, maybe the best thing would be to cease buying these thought releasers. I mean I have a laptop and there is now such things as Google docs.
Yes. This is the best decision.
But o how I will miss my mind-drain.
Each year at the beginning of a new semester I buy a notebook for each class. When I buy these notebooks I make a commitment to do better this year, promising myself that this will be a new beginning, I won't spend countless hours in which I should be paying attention to my studies doodling, practicing my cursive, writing down lyrics, drawing masterpieces, etc, etc.
However, there comes a point in time when I just can't take it anymore. My ears can't take the droning, my mind is exploding with distracting thoughts, and my fingers are itching to do something other than taking notes. Eventually, I'll give into myself letting the ink flow on paper releasing the torturous thoughts of my mind.
At the end of the semester, I go back, look at my notebooks, and what do I find? The same thing I find every year. Everything but class notes.
Each of these is usually one of those 5 subject notebooks. Costing, lets say $3-4. That times 6-7 classes equals $18-28. With two semesters every year that's close to say $50.
So not only have I wasted precious money that could have gone to other necessities of a poor college student but I have also deprived myself of knowledge and time in which i could have learned the material rather than trying to cram what I missed the night before a test.
In conclusion, maybe the best thing would be to cease buying these thought releasers. I mean I have a laptop and there is now such things as Google docs.
Yes. This is the best decision.
But o how I will miss my mind-drain.
The Birthday Suit.
Yesterday, after having taken a shower, I walked back to my room to find the door shut and locked. The wind had blown it closed and my key was inside. For an hour and a half, I knew what it was like to live with a toga as my only form of clothing.
It was different to say the least. I'm not usually one to lay around in a towel for long periods of time. But, I must say, other than the fact that I was locked out of my room, the experience was quite enjoyable. I began to realize why it is that children run away and tear off their clothing and proceed to run around buck naked. Not going to lie, the Greeks had it when it came to living free. Not that I don't like my clothing, but, if I had the option, I would roam the lands in just a toga.
Unfortunately for me, there were men doing maintenance in the courtyards and the honor code doesn't really care if you're locked out with just a towel wrapped around you, I was not to be seen, which meant I couldn't leave. Another downer, noone could find an RA. So, I was stuck in my teeny little hall with nothing to do but contemplate life and split ends. At one point, one of the workers came to work in the bathrooms and passed me in the hallway. He paused. We made eye contact. He gave me a weird look. I looked at him in "well-what-do-you-suggest-I-do" way. And he walked on. I'd like to think this was a no-awkward situation. But lets be real. These are mormons and I was wrapped in a towel. Fortunately for me, my dear ol' roomie arrived and saved the day.
It was different to say the least. I'm not usually one to lay around in a towel for long periods of time. But, I must say, other than the fact that I was locked out of my room, the experience was quite enjoyable. I began to realize why it is that children run away and tear off their clothing and proceed to run around buck naked. Not going to lie, the Greeks had it when it came to living free. Not that I don't like my clothing, but, if I had the option, I would roam the lands in just a toga.
Unfortunately for me, there were men doing maintenance in the courtyards and the honor code doesn't really care if you're locked out with just a towel wrapped around you, I was not to be seen, which meant I couldn't leave. Another downer, noone could find an RA. So, I was stuck in my teeny little hall with nothing to do but contemplate life and split ends. At one point, one of the workers came to work in the bathrooms and passed me in the hallway. He paused. We made eye contact. He gave me a weird look. I looked at him in "well-what-do-you-suggest-I-do" way. And he walked on. I'd like to think this was a no-awkward situation. But lets be real. These are mormons and I was wrapped in a towel. Fortunately for me, my dear ol' roomie arrived and saved the day.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
The Beginning.
And so it has begun.
Another semester.
Another beginning.
New faces.
New classes.
New teachers.
New places.
New books.
New paper.
New theories.
New times.
And through all this new, we look for something familiar. Some support to help us through the shock.
But I cannot lie. I am quite ecstatic for all this newness thrown at me.
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