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Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Procrastination.
Let it be known that the birth of this blog post is a direct result of the fact that I have two tests tomorrow!
One is a Spanish test, which is one of those "really easy" tests that I find very difficult to study for because COME ON GUYS I KNOW HOW TO CONJUGATE IN THE PRESENT TENSE JEEZ. I literally studied the parts of the body yesterday. Forget that it is frustratingly easy because I am Mexican and consider the fact that I have taken this class at least twice in middle and high school.
The other test is the first of four in my Human Development class (it's actually titled "Intro to Child Psychology", but that is a major misnomer) and I would normally do really well but I've been having some trouble concentrating lately.
And by "lately" I mean my entire life.
But we wont go into that. Not today, anyway, we can talk about ADD in the next post, eh?
I really need to just go to my parents' house and let my mommy baby me; hold my hand at the table and make me study without the distractions of The Sims 3, tumblr, youtube, facebook, LJ, webcomix, gmail, blogger, etc.
See you tomorrow!
Promise. ;)
One is a Spanish test, which is one of those "really easy" tests that I find very difficult to study for because COME ON GUYS I KNOW HOW TO CONJUGATE IN THE PRESENT TENSE JEEZ. I literally studied the parts of the body yesterday. Forget that it is frustratingly easy because I am Mexican and consider the fact that I have taken this class at least twice in middle and high school.
The other test is the first of four in my Human Development class (it's actually titled "Intro to Child Psychology", but that is a major misnomer) and I would normally do really well but I've been having some trouble concentrating lately.
And by "lately" I mean my entire life.
But we wont go into that. Not today, anyway, we can talk about ADD in the next post, eh?
I really need to just go to my parents' house and let my mommy baby me; hold my hand at the table and make me study without the distractions of The Sims 3, tumblr, youtube, facebook, LJ, webcomix, gmail, blogger, etc.
See you tomorrow!
Promise. ;)
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Blogging.
Is.
Hard.
But, I think it's an amazing outlet that I don't take enough advantage of. I'm sure I could produce a suitably entertaining blog, but I don't really try. Because there's no one really listening.
I kept a diary religiously since I was about nine years old, and stopped journalling when I was about 17 or 18. Diaries are so beneficial for your mental health, especially when you don't necessarily have anyone to confide your deepest darkest secrets in. Not that I didn't have friends during my younger adolescence, but I was not exactly the most forthcoming with my more uncomfortable thoughts. Now that I live with my better half, Danny, I don't really need a diary anymore. Writing in a private diary would just be redundant of what I discuss with Danny on a daily basis. (In fact, one could coorelate the point in my life when I stopped journalling with when I moved in with Danny last July.)
But, even without the need for journalling, I crave it. I have loved writing since I was a kid and am so inspired by other blogs I read that is impossible for me not to want to throw my hat in the ring.
For now, though, I need to get out of the FAC computer lab, go attempt to dry off my bicycle seat, and bike to my next class.
Hard.
But, I think it's an amazing outlet that I don't take enough advantage of. I'm sure I could produce a suitably entertaining blog, but I don't really try. Because there's no one really listening.
I kept a diary religiously since I was about nine years old, and stopped journalling when I was about 17 or 18. Diaries are so beneficial for your mental health, especially when you don't necessarily have anyone to confide your deepest darkest secrets in. Not that I didn't have friends during my younger adolescence, but I was not exactly the most forthcoming with my more uncomfortable thoughts. Now that I live with my better half, Danny, I don't really need a diary anymore. Writing in a private diary would just be redundant of what I discuss with Danny on a daily basis. (In fact, one could coorelate the point in my life when I stopped journalling with when I moved in with Danny last July.)
But, even without the need for journalling, I crave it. I have loved writing since I was a kid and am so inspired by other blogs I read that is impossible for me not to want to throw my hat in the ring.
For now, though, I need to get out of the FAC computer lab, go attempt to dry off my bicycle seat, and bike to my next class.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
So... yea. Blog. Right.
UMMMMM...
Sorry?
No wait. No.
You see, apologizing implies that I had someone to let down. Unfortunately, (or, perhaps fortunately) there is no audience for this blog quite yet. Which is my own fault; I've basically kept it a complete secret.
In any case, I'll be posting more often now, and maybe even tell a few people about it.
Enjoy.
P.S. Anyone want to buy me a sewing machine?
Right now, they are giving away free shit if you buy one!
If you pitch in, I will make you something that is super bad ass. I promise!
Sorry?
No wait. No.
You see, apologizing implies that I had someone to let down. Unfortunately, (or, perhaps fortunately) there is no audience for this blog quite yet. Which is my own fault; I've basically kept it a complete secret.
In any case, I'll be posting more often now, and maybe even tell a few people about it.
Enjoy.
P.S. Anyone want to buy me a sewing machine?
Right now, they are giving away free shit if you buy one!
If you pitch in, I will make you something that is super bad ass. I promise!
Monday, October 13, 2008
My first all-nighter of the semester.
Well, here we are. Writing an essay at 3a.m. with little to no intention of sleeping this night. I have class at 8a.m. and haven't written enough words to even consider going to bed any time soon.
No one tells you this, but, college is DIFFICULT! Okay fine... plenty of people tell you, but you don't believe it... until you're up at 3a.m. and you've been doing homework all Sunday, since you got out of bed in the morning. Being even relatively successful in college requires intense brain power and discipline and time and focus and diligence and confidence and punctuality and tons of other qualities I lack.
And for that reason, I am sitting here with a freshly brewed cup of gunpowder green tea that is so strong that it's actually a light brown color.
The sad part about this is that I probably should've had this all-nighter experience many times before, but instead I just didn't do as well in class as I could have because I chose to go to sleep. Hm.
Well, in any case, procrastinating by blogging is not doing the situation any good. So I'll leave you with this piece of advice:
NEVER take a class that has ANYTHING to do with education.
No one tells you this, but, college is DIFFICULT! Okay fine... plenty of people tell you, but you don't believe it... until you're up at 3a.m. and you've been doing homework all Sunday, since you got out of bed in the morning. Being even relatively successful in college requires intense brain power and discipline and time and focus and diligence and confidence and punctuality and tons of other qualities I lack.
And for that reason, I am sitting here with a freshly brewed cup of gunpowder green tea that is so strong that it's actually a light brown color.
The sad part about this is that I probably should've had this all-nighter experience many times before, but instead I just didn't do as well in class as I could have because I chose to go to sleep. Hm.
Well, in any case, procrastinating by blogging is not doing the situation any good. So I'll leave you with this piece of advice:
NEVER take a class that has ANYTHING to do with education.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
The Walkmen and The Little Ones @ The Parish
All I can say is, it was a fuckin' awesome show and it was worth every penny. I love The Walkmen and I love The Parish (it was my first time seeing a show there) and The Little Ones were really impressively good as well. A very successful evening on the whole. But I am too tired to tell any more about it at the moment.
Good night!
Good night!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
The things you learn in college...
The way I see it so far, I have two choices as a college student:
1. I could study everyday and stay up late sometimes before tests, but generally go to bed at a sane hour. This would require self discipline and focus, and be somewhat stress-free. And somewhat boring.
2. I could procrastinate, sometimes have fun when I should be studying, and in general get out more only to freak out later on and pull ridiculous all-nighters before paper due-dates and tests. This would require some disregard for that whole "responsibility" thing. It would also cause a lot of stress, probably resulting in worse health, more acne, and a small amount of weight gain.
Now, Option 2 has been working for me pretty well my whole life... but I'm not sure if I can handle the stress that comes with it now that I'm in college.
In high school, when I procrastinated, staying up late to finish a paper (... okay, start and finish and paper!) usually resulted in an A grade. In college, that just doesn't happen. Similarly, in high school, reading something before class is rare but also a piece of cake; waiting until the night before is no problem at all.
In college, what you think is one or two articles of reading is actually a lengthy, complicated book badly photo-copied and stapled together. Reading scholarly articles at 3am is the opposite of fun, and kills me every time.
But that's to be expected; my first class Monday through Thursday starts at 8am.
But that bad decision is an entirely different story, for a different day.
Farewell,
B1ue
1. I could study everyday and stay up late sometimes before tests, but generally go to bed at a sane hour. This would require self discipline and focus, and be somewhat stress-free. And somewhat boring.
2. I could procrastinate, sometimes have fun when I should be studying, and in general get out more only to freak out later on and pull ridiculous all-nighters before paper due-dates and tests. This would require some disregard for that whole "responsibility" thing. It would also cause a lot of stress, probably resulting in worse health, more acne, and a small amount of weight gain.
Now, Option 2 has been working for me pretty well my whole life... but I'm not sure if I can handle the stress that comes with it now that I'm in college.
In high school, when I procrastinated, staying up late to finish a paper (... okay, start and finish and paper!) usually resulted in an A grade. In college, that just doesn't happen. Similarly, in high school, reading something before class is rare but also a piece of cake; waiting until the night before is no problem at all.
In college, what you think is one or two articles of reading is actually a lengthy, complicated book badly photo-copied and stapled together. Reading scholarly articles at 3am is the opposite of fun, and kills me every time.
But that's to be expected; my first class Monday through Thursday starts at 8am.
But that bad decision is an entirely different story, for a different day.
Farewell,
B1ue
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