-Can't write second to last paper of my last semester at UNM. I have spent the past hour watching Breaking Bad with my Mom and stalking people on Facebook. Not a single fucking sentence has been added to my Word document. I think I'm going to cuddle into my bed, turn on my heater and sleep till 7 am. Tomorrow will be a miserable study day at the library.
Tyler Dunnahoo and I have stepped up to the plate. I have challenged him to a blogging dual. In the future we can look back at our respective blogs and think "Wow-at that time I thought what I had to say mattered- when in fact, it meant nothing and I have moved on with my life."
Tonight, my blog is lame.
Next time- it will thrill and excite...or just be longer.
Blog number three of 2010? Accomplished.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Starting of February
Within the past few hours I have decided not to do my homework for Psychological Research Techniques. It was a scary decision and I am continuing to have a small panic attack. This is the first and last time I have ever not done my homework. I wish I had a good excuse or some epic adventure to go on. Instead I'm just going to read "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle" and fall asleep.
I feel like having a small crisis based on nothing.
Blog #2 of 2010 accomplished.
I feel like having a small crisis based on nothing.
Blog #2 of 2010 accomplished.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Life in 2010
I guess I never consider blogging because it scares the hell out of me. These words have a permanence and accessibility that no other aspect of my life has.
I thought my resolution for 2010 would be to blog more often and record my final semester and time in New Mexico, being young and ridiculous. This obviously has not occurred as of yet. It would be nice though, to look back at this time and have something to show for it. The problem is this can never be a diary. Too much accessibility.
It's Monday night, the fourth of January in my 20th year. I'm listening to CocoRosie and writing a blog. My mom is in the living room playing with her band "the Lady Fingers". I have a feeling they're all buzzed. I've had my banjo for a year and four months and I cannot fathom playing it. She has a unique gift for music I don't think I've inherited. Maybe I'm just lazy and busy not playing.
I just finished my reading for behavior therapies which I think I will come to despise more than anything. Sixty pages of bullshit articles and hundreds of run-on sentences later I want to suffocate my graduate student professor by crumpling up these articles soaking them in water and forcing them through his oxygen pathways. Just fathoming this fantasy allows me to cope with my future in this course.
UNM is strange. People are mingling around being mongers and mingers. Pissing me off, really. Luckily- literally- strangers NEVER talk to me. This is both concerning and unconcerning. It makes me wonder how I come off. In most social situations outside of school I flourish and am often approached by unknown persons. I guess at school I appear to be on a mission. To move on with my life.
I got the application for Academy of Art today. It will be challenging and time consuming but then again, what is not? I have a goal to finish it by the end of Spring Break. This seems like a healthy goal to have. I should set up a time line to gage my process.
It surprises me how organized I keep my life; Lists, calendars, notes, time lines, etc. It also surprises me to have lived this long. I very vividly remember thinking-no knowing- that I would never live to see the future. I was sure to be stuck in the middle of the pendulum, motionless without momentum for the rest of my consciousness. Now- the older I get the faster time flys and the more nervous I am about being an independent person, alone in the world.
Blog #1 of 2010 accomplished.
I thought my resolution for 2010 would be to blog more often and record my final semester and time in New Mexico, being young and ridiculous. This obviously has not occurred as of yet. It would be nice though, to look back at this time and have something to show for it. The problem is this can never be a diary. Too much accessibility.
It's Monday night, the fourth of January in my 20th year. I'm listening to CocoRosie and writing a blog. My mom is in the living room playing with her band "the Lady Fingers". I have a feeling they're all buzzed. I've had my banjo for a year and four months and I cannot fathom playing it. She has a unique gift for music I don't think I've inherited. Maybe I'm just lazy and busy not playing.
I just finished my reading for behavior therapies which I think I will come to despise more than anything. Sixty pages of bullshit articles and hundreds of run-on sentences later I want to suffocate my graduate student professor by crumpling up these articles soaking them in water and forcing them through his oxygen pathways. Just fathoming this fantasy allows me to cope with my future in this course.
UNM is strange. People are mingling around being mongers and mingers. Pissing me off, really. Luckily- literally- strangers NEVER talk to me. This is both concerning and unconcerning. It makes me wonder how I come off. In most social situations outside of school I flourish and am often approached by unknown persons. I guess at school I appear to be on a mission. To move on with my life.
I got the application for Academy of Art today. It will be challenging and time consuming but then again, what is not? I have a goal to finish it by the end of Spring Break. This seems like a healthy goal to have. I should set up a time line to gage my process.
It surprises me how organized I keep my life; Lists, calendars, notes, time lines, etc. It also surprises me to have lived this long. I very vividly remember thinking-no knowing- that I would never live to see the future. I was sure to be stuck in the middle of the pendulum, motionless without momentum for the rest of my consciousness. Now- the older I get the faster time flys and the more nervous I am about being an independent person, alone in the world.
Blog #1 of 2010 accomplished.
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