Oh Mondays.

I've read ahead in history,

Did all my math homework

Re-read all my english assignments,

Finished ASL stuff,

and now I'm quite, quite bored.

 

I'm sure I'll look back on this time in about 5 weeks and think how lucky I had it, but at the moment, I'm not sure what to do. I'd watch videos... I've actually had a lot of facebook friends upload a videos yesterday and today, but my cat stole my headphones out of spite last week, and I haven't found where he put them yet.

At the moment, I'd like to soliloquize for a bit about people who chew on pens. We all do this - and those who claim they don't, I firmly believe are lying. We all have chewed on a pen, or pencil, or some writing instrument at one point or another in our lives. It happens.

However.

When you chew on your pen loud enough so that someone 4 chairs over can hear you, that's a little too much. It's actually a little too gross, in my humble opinion.

 I am sitting here in the quiet room, doing my own thing, and being very quiet except for the tap-tap-tapping of the computer keys. Which, if you're like me, you tend not to notice too much anyway, as long as the taps are consistent, which I try to keep mine. But the point is - I'm being quiet. Mr. chew-on-my-pen, is NOT being quiet at all - he's chewing very nosily on his pen, and every few minutes he makes these curious sniffing sounds. I'm not sure if they are because he has a cold, or because his book is just that funny, but either way, it's not very polite. I mean - they have choices here. You can go and study in the lounge, or the big glass room if you want to make noise while studying. But not the QUIET room!

He left while I was writing that. Which just goes to show you the power of words.

Except... he was replaced by a guy who smells strongly of cigarette smoke.

fail.

~thesingingprincess

Hot dogs always taste better when roasted over an open fire.

Football started up today.

Well, not really; it's only pre-season, so it doesn't really count as real football as far as I can tell.... but I know nothing on the subject, other than that Mom made hot dogs, which in this household is known as 'football food'.

I generally prefer my hot dogs to me made over a campfire, with some lovely friends or family members roasting with you at the end of a summer day. But that's just me. And it's probably because I don't appreciate football, or something silly like that.

But anyway - we were all in the living room this evening, watching football. I know I've said it before, but this is definitely it - SUMMER IS DEAD.

End of story.

~thesingingprincess

I had an Epiphany at 2 in the morning. As usual.

I hadn't decided what to do with my life until tonight.

I'm serious. I hadn't decided until about 10 minutes ago, what on earth I was going to do with my life.

To tell you the truth.... I still don't really know what I want to do with my life, but I know know exactly how I want to get there.

It's really quite simple actually. So simple, my own mother had already figured it out for me - as if that's even a surprise. She had a good plan all along, and all I needed to do was accept that it was the best course for me.

::sigh::

Why on earth must my mother be right ALL the time? WHY?

I want to be a teacher. Who teaches theater. Now, to do this, I don't want to get a teaching degree, oh no. What I want to do is a Theater degree, specializing in Education. And couldn't you know it, Central Connecticut State University happens to have a Theater degree with a specialization in Education. I have to actually get there somehow though.... well, getting there isn't the problem, it's actually getting the MONEY to get there that I have to worry about. Not to mention all the little hiccups along the way... getting my driver's license ('cuz Virginia is dumb and so am I) finishing up at Piedmont, figuring out the Disney College Program, and all those other little pesky things in life. But I want to do it, and I want to have a reason, and a goal for going up to CT. And, believe it or not, I finally decided that I need to DO something with my life. As much as I like to believe in fairy tales, I need to accept that Prince Charming just isn't going to come around the corner, swoop me up in his arms, and take me back to his castle where we will have 3.5 kids, countless cats, and mice to do all the housecleaning. And I need to plan something other for my life.

So, I'm planning this. I've already started my FAFSA stuff, and looked at some scholarships on the College Board. I need to figure out a timeline, and contact Central. And I should probably inform someone at Piedmont.... but I've had enough ideas and revelations for one night. I'm going to sleep.... ::sigh:: I'm gonna be fun in English class today.

~thesingingprincess

Why on earth do they allow people to eat pickle relish, when other people are around to smell it?

Have you ever noticed the things you can't do when you're tired? I know some people who can't cook when they're tired. They burn things without even noticing, and goodness knows you don't want to give them spices to put on food. Who knows what you'll end up with.
Then there are those who can't hold a decent conversation when they're tired. These people are interesting to talk to, because they always let all kinds of things slip from between their lips; things that you know they would never say under normal circumstances.

Me? I can't do math. I don't have the patience. I try... I'm trying to do my homework right at this moment. But I get fed up, and I can't calculate the darn numbers in my head anymore. Take these past 3 questions. They haven't been easy, but they're not exactly calculus. But I, because I'm fed up with guessing, fall to my old habits of looking at the answer in the back. I still write out the entire problem; but I know the answer, because I looked it up.

It's very frustrating. I know this, and I know I know it. I've been doing this basic math since 5th grade. Yet I let myself get tired, and when I get tired, my patience with math gets horrible.

I see a few options for myself:

a) I get more sleep.
-yeah, like that's gonna happen.

b) Gain more paitence
-I can try.

c) remind myself that I am human and do math in the mornings, when I can concentrate.
-it's feasible

I think C is the best answer at the moment. I need to try A, but this is me... I don't like to sleep. (that's another post) So I just need to accept the fact that I need to do math batween the hours of 10am and 2:30. Past 2:30, I'm totally sunk.

Also - pickle relish shouldn't be allowed in places where I can smell it. Someone in the Commons here is eating something with pickle relish on it, and it REEKS.

~thesingingprincess