For Your Reading Enjoyment

While going through boxes in my room today, I came across some notebooks full of stuff I wrote, mostly last year. And since this piece amused me so much (and I have nothing else to say), I am going to share it with you.


This is your self-affirmation tape. Close your eyes and listen carefully. Breathe deeply. You are a wonderful person. You have amazing talents, not the least of which include crocheting lovely dog sweaters and reciting from memory all thirteen episodes of the cooking show "Moustaches and Motorcycles". Smile. You are a very special person. You thrive in situations which require you to breathe. You make the most of everything, from extending the live of your fried bologna sandwiches to two weeks, to building a thirty-foot high birdcage out of recycled milk cartons. Inhale the fresh air. You are a truly unique person, a gift to the world. You possess great courage, best exemplified by your ability to wear a hat with antlers to every occasion. Relax. You are a friendly person, who seeks to improve the world one step at a time, starting with scraping all the gum off the sidewalks downtown. Allow yourself to think of things that make you happy, such as plastic knitting needles and papier mache reindeer. Breathe in good spirits and become at peace with the world. You are a beautiful person. You are strong, you are smart, you are simply super. You will make a difference. You will wear your seatbelt. You will feed your dog Rufus three times today...

The Non-working Life

After filling out five pages of personal info and taking a seventy-question multiple choice test, the friendly Target people tell me that they can't hire me because I won't be around for ninety days. I should have applied earlier in May, so says them. Just so they know, I will be home for exactly 91 days after today...Oh well, I didn't want to work for them anyway.
Back to work on the orca puzzle...
And if anybody wants to hire me to do something I can do while comfortably situated in my own house...

Me hablo

Now I talk to myself in three different languages. And not very well in any of them. I have found that I am making up my own language with increasing regularity. Oh well. As long as I understand myself, I suppose it is okay. Although even that does not always seem to happen.

Um, yeah, not much to say while I am lounging about at home. Sleep, eat, go to library, read, sleep, watch movies, read, perhaps a little cooking, sleep, go shopping.

I should look for a job, but everytime I convince myself that I can, I also convince myself that all the jobs are already taken. If only there were places where I wouldn't have to deal with food or people....That is why I like libraries. Books are much easier to deal with. And they feed the brain, not the stomach. Speaking of which...dinner calls...

Here I Go

Off to the first final of my high school career. Ok, not really, since there were finals last semester, but these somehow seem more final. I'm nervous, which always seems to manifest itself in a stomachache. I didn't sleep very well, so have a slight headache to go along with it.
I packed most of my stuff last night, so am basically ready to go, except for these annoying exams. It is nice outside, supposedly, but it doesn't really matter since I am stuck inside all day.
Guess I should go do some more last minute studying, even though I know you're not supposed to do that. Can't hurt though. Wish me luck...

More on Security, Etc.

We established last night that despite what you may have been told on the tours, when you push the red help button on the security boxes, no one comes. It was pushed accidentally, although the intention was to reach security to give Sofia a ride back to her dorm, but all it did was make beeping noises and refuse to allow us to call anyone else.

Our other "adventures" of last night included using the Russian phrasebook to try to get Anastasia to guess what we were badly saying, mixing up at least five different languages (English, Spanish, French, Russian, and German), and basically passing time with things other than studying.

Tonight is an ice cream social, and oh yeah, I better not forget to go to work...

Security Update

Apparently, one should not walk home from the Goose Head (bar?) after dark, because you never know when you might be held up by a gun-wielding thug by the rugby field. But security has some important advice to offer in case it does happen to you: comply with all their wishes. Gee, thanks. I never would have guessed to do what the armed man told me to do. Don't worry, when I want to go to bars, I know better than to go to someplace called the Goose Head.

An Addition to Things I Miss

8. Toilet paper
9. Not having to be in the bathroom at the same time as anyone else

Disconnected

My head hurts.
My wrists hurt.
I want to sleep.
My stomach just recovered from orals.
All my pictures for the art show were rejected.
There are things that need to be done.
I have to go to class now.
When I get home, I intend to cook lots of meals. I miss real food.
I have $16 left on Bonus to spend at Jake's. They just put new ice cream in.
Good night.

My non-life

The Spanish test today was optional, so I decided not to take it. Three days in a row without spanish...I think I am going to forget all I know. And with orals on Friday...

I don't feel like going to classes anymore. I just fall asleep in them. I get more out of reading the textbook, which reminds me I am supposed to be taking more CD notes. I am a few chapters behind.

No more philosophy until next week, which means I am supposed to be working on the final paper. And we have to present a rough draft, so i really do have to have something by then.

I know this is a really boring post, but nothing else exciting has happened. Nothing I can make seem exciting. Maybe tomorrow.

The Little Things I Miss About Not Being At Home

1. Grocery shopping
2. Cooking meals
3. Not having to wait for the washer or dryer to be available
4. There being mail in the mailbox everyday -- even if it is not for me
5. Couches
6. The possibility of having a room to myself
7. The availablity of food at any time

Yeah, this summer is going to be nice...:)