I’m captivated.

There’s something to be said for sitting in the cafe, drinking hot cocoa and people watching. Not that I’m doing that right now or anything. I’m in class, “listening” to an intense and captivating lecture on muscle mass. “If you don’t use it, you’ll lose it!” Like I said… CAPTIVATING. Surprisingly though it reminds me that the muffins are about ready to come out of the oven, so I’d best be hittin’ the gym for a whiny workout.

Anyway, I’d like to be sitting in a cafe, patiently sipping hot cocoa, silently judging everyone that walks though; creating a dramatic life story about them.

Hi. Nice to meet you.
In case you didn’t know,
I’m a bit of a jackass.

I never realized how high my standards are. And how I expect those around me to have enough common sense and decency to know the difference between good and bad; right and wrong. Apparently, though many people around me do use the common sense part of their brains, there are others who feel that must have evolved beyond the need for common sense. I try not to associate with those kinds of people. They’re people too, and they all deserve the same respect and whatnot, BUT seriously? look at yourselves. HA. I’m sure you all know who you are, so there isn’t any calling-out necessary. I advise you change this senseless lifestyle of yours, or not, I don’t care. Go ahead, get in car wrecks that are your fault, drink illegally, sleep around, skip all of your classes—Celebrate the epic fail that is your life.

See.
I told you I am a bit of a jackass.

Finally, on a lighter and more humorous not, I read a poster on a professor’s wall saying,

“God created man,
and then
She corrected her mistake.”

My inner feminist is pleased.

C i a o !

I have time to spare

Good morning!

My 9:30 class is canceled, and since I already have eight ounces of ‘Africa Kitamu’ Starbucks coffee pumping violently through my system, I figure I can write another post on the ‘ol blog.
the AC in my building is out again, so I am in a tank top with a fan on my face. Please watch these videos. Hopefully they may change the way you might raise your children. I’m not trying to tell you what to do or how to do it, but these videos will hopefully open your eyes some. They aren’t very long, so don’t say you don’t have the time.

Onslaught

Dove -Evolution

True Colors

Self Esteem

How’d you like them? I think they are pretty eye-opening. Tell me what you think.

So last night, I went to Cool Beans with a friend. I haven’t been there in a while so I forgot how…chill it is there. I enjoyed it. But for some reason, I still felt intimidated by all of those college students there even though I am in college myself. I had a hot white cocoa, yum =]
I plan on going back there. Even power nerds need to get in touch with that college social life.

 

Later everyone

Tweets

My boss gave me an ivy plant. I can tell it doesn't particularly enjoy being in my room on the second floor windowsill facing Main Street.

I imagine that if a plant responds positively to good sounds, like speech and music, that it can only be responding badly to the sirens and whoosh of cars constantly driving by.

My Betta, Sargeant Pepper, is floating around and playing in his plants; hiding in his Eclipse

Big-E pack home and waiting for me to come close to him so that he can pop out and surprise me. I like to think he enjoys my company as much as I enjoy his. By the way, Sargeant Pepper is not lonely (most of the time), and will not be getting his own hearts club band. Or a friend named Yoko. Sorry to disappoint.

The fall semester is in full swing as the students settle down into their new routines. I've begun training for a 5k. Maybe having an actual reason to run won't justify any more of my excuses for getting out their and going to the gym.

I missed the school and being away from it. And now that I am at school, I miss being at home! Ha how surprising. We all want what we can't have. Over the summer I had the constant attention of my 'lover boy', and now every time I turn around it isn't him that is there to keep my company--it's other people. I enjoy these other people, yeah, but they sure aren't my lover boy. We spent the summer eating out, seeing movies, and playing house. Not a problem in the world. I cook, you clean. Vice Versa. Very mellow.

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I'm tired of....

politics.

I've officially decided that I am sick of hearing all of this crap. That's the part where you all chuckle, and I too. We all know that politics won't ever go away. It's just a matter of muting the T.V. and turning up the orchestral music you have stored away on your iTunes playlist for those days where you just can't hear words any more, because so many words you hear on the news are so tainted and twisted and full of crap.

It's just a matter of finding the right twist to fit your tastes.

I want to go around town and shout all of the things that I'm doing at the moment. Like a twitter update. Only with this, I won't hope that someone sees my 'tweet' and notices that I need something better to do with my time than to 'tweet,' like on the computer. I'd shout things like, "I really need to tie my shoe!" and "America is so obessed with Mark Sanford, it's like we're his soulmate!" Among other strange things.

That way, if someone sees and hears me, they might actually go onto their twitters and write "some woman is out in front of me, being a jackass for some reason or another..."

and then they would prove the point I am trying, and honestly failing, to make.

Strange How We Are All Different, Yet Exactly the Same

Have you ever noticed that when a college student leaves home for the first time, they follow the same patterns that past college students have? I don’t mean the academic path. That will never change—That’s the whole point of going.
I mean the behavioral patterns. I’ve thought of a few examples of these very behaviors:

-Experimentation
Let’s get that one out of the way first. As soon as you leave your parents’ home, you will feel empowered with independence, and will quickly try to exercise that independence. You might start indulging in under-aged drinking, illegal drugs, cigarette smoking, or even sex (sex being used vaguely here. If you can think of it, it has probably happened). You’ll wake up without pants and having no idea where you are or how you ended up there.

-Activism
You will be entitled to your own opinion after leaving home. That means if your parents hold an opinionated rain cloud over your childhood home 24/7, you will no longer be showered by it. To prove that you can think whatever you choose and not what your parents want you to, you will exercise your free speech in conjunction with your newfound beliefs. Marches, sit-ins, booths, t-shirts, etc.

-Same-ness
Some college students, for some reason or another, continue the same patterns from high school. Most of these people still live with their parents. That isn’t a bad thing at all, since they save more money than other college students without that pesky room and board fee. They go to class, go back to wherever they live, study, and do it all over again the next day. No big transformation, no nothing. Just…same.

-Boldness
This one is always been interesting to me. Leave home for school, a sad moment but exciting at the same time. Your parents are proud, sad, and thinking about converting your room into that gym they’ve always wanted…and when you come home for fall break—BAM! You have bright purple hair, piercings in various and secret places, and colorful tattoos that are a product of a rushed decision and the world’s worst wing-man’s drunken words of encouragement. Your parents are taken aback, and you don’t care. I mean, they don’t own you anymore, right? (Wrong—let’s not rule out that inheritance so quickly!)

-Over Achiever
These people are quick to sign up for every campus event and opportunity there is to offer. It can be that they are either impressing their parents, or making themselves an impressive C.V. to wow the future boss, they are powerhouses of productivity.

I myself fall under the activism category. But I haven’t really changed my views. I’m a republican and catholic, so I have some activist tendencies against abortion. I’m very pro-life. But I also am in our school’s LGBTQ organization and march in the Gay Pride Parade downtown? That’s…a little anti-republican and anti-catholic to say the least. HA! I am trying my best, well that’s a lie actually. I’m trying hard to balance everything, but it shouldn’t be terrible because I didn’t sign up for more than I can handle. People need room and time to breathe. Only two jobs, five classes, and one club…for now.

I’m curious to see what category you all may fall under. I’m sure there are plenty more that I haven’t thought of.

Foundation of Lies

School has been out for a month, and I am enjoying my summer so far. After a brief falling out with someone who's true colors had shown over a petty issue, I was ready to get the summer started the right way.
Almost right away I slept until noon and walked around all day in my pajamas. After about a week of blissful aimlessness, I saw a friend off to a far away place. I will be missing them quite a bit this summer.
I've been working some and fixing up the backyard some too. I've gotten a little secretarial work done, and am building up a list of things that will look good on a C.V.
The love life is splendid, at the moment. I have a good feeling about this one.
I've done some traveling, and am getting ready to do some more. I plan on keeping this summer interesting.
I've been seeing this Ad on TV lately. It's about that hair bump thing. You know, the one that makes young girls feel like small-headed freaks, and they will only truly be beautiful if they are sporting the hairdo of a certain British singer that smokes crack. That sort of thing disgusts me. Why on Earth would these girls want to look like that? Nothing like adding four inches to the top of your skull to make a boy notice you, ladies. Of course, my judgment about this is coming from the same slightly feminist mind that believes make-up is lie in a bottle. Some young women pride themselves on how well they have painted their face. And hey, it only took them, what, an hour? Gee, I wish I was as dumb as the girls who believe they actually need this junk to pass as beautiful. A piece of advice: if the guy you want to notice you won't actually notice you unless you have a half inch of "sun-kissed" shaded plaster smeared onto your face, congratulations, you're falling for a jerk.
Now, I'm not saying I'm the most beautiful woman that walked this planet, but I'm saying I'm proud of who I am and what I look like. I'm human. I break out, I sweat, I bloat, I'll sometimes walk out of the house in the morning having forgotten to pluck my angry eyebrows. But that's the best part of being human, I think. I'm not the only person who breaks out, sweats, and bloats so I shouldn't go around feeling like I am some freak for being that way.
I know I have friends that wear make-up. Some that wear it casually, some for special occasions, and some like its going out of style. I don't want to go around stomping your belief in this stuff and losing my friends, so I'd like to say it's not you I don't like, its the industry.


Until next time,
AMZ

Exam Time

Well my freshman year of college is boiling down to the last week. Oh my. I've got to say, it's gone by more than quickly. Of course, yes, there have been bumps and upsets along the way, but it's going to be a repetitive summer just mowing the lawn and going to Starbucks. I'm hoping to get a job, like every other college student without money and with bills to pay. I'm going to be spending a lot of time with Michael this summer though, and I'm definitely looking forward to that.
I know I will enjoy summer when the time comes, but for now I'm pretty sad over it.

As of now I don't have a roommate for next year. Those plans...fell through I guess you would say. I need a roommate, and I am under the impression that one will be placed with me based on this silly compatability sheet type-thing. It was all a bit of nonsense. I don't mind not rooming with the girl I had originally planned on rooming with, I just feel funky about living with somebody else. I've got this thing about living with people I don't know. I get nervous. Well, I have to admit, people in general make me nervous. I see people walking around campus, and I look at the ground instead of their eyes! It's strange...I'm not afraid of them so I can't see why I can look at them! I don't know. The ground seems so much more comfortable to look at than someone I'm not completely familiar with. I have trouble making pleasant converation. "How is your family?" "Ready for vacation?!?" ---I can't do it! I feel better just being silent with people I don't know very well. Seeing as I am going to be a social worker, this habit of mine will have to change, and soon.

At work this afternoon, I was told to have a go at the goodies from yesterday's faculty meeting. So, I dove into the fridge, grabbed lemon square, chomped it down, and yelled, "I have no regrets!" Why, you ask? Well...she never said that the lemon squares were from the meeting, but I surely didn't care! It was YUM!
Turns out they were in fact from the meeting, so I won't be getting food poisoning today.
See now, every story does have a happy ending.

AMZ