You know your life's pathetic when...

The best compliment you get all day comes from a hormonal 13-year old boy


The full time staff at your part-time job are exclaiming "You're still here?!?!"


Your weekly diet mostly consists of frozen pizza, slimfast, and funyuns


You spend your friday night watching a 1940's Humphrey Bogart movie with senior citizens


You consider finishing your gallon of milk before it expires an achievement


Most of your "meals" are consumed within 5 minute intervals


You keep up on current events by looking at status updates on facebook


The majority of communication with your friends and family comes via text

You find your misplaced homework assignment in the notebook you checked a thousand times

The most exciting part of your day is watching last week's episode of 24


Your idea of 'sleeping in' is waking up at 8am

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Good thing there's only 12 more weeks of this semester left. Bleh.

Emotional Stimulus Package

You know those days that just end unexplicably bad? Like you don't even remember the reason you got up this morning or why you're still a person? Well that's today. I think it's winter semester that's doing it...and homework...both of which are hazardous to my health at the moment. So I'm getting an emotional stimulus package. But instead of the government giving it to me, I'm just giving it to my self. Haven't heard of it? Well let me enlighten you....

1) Go buy your favorite treat
2) Watch your favorite movie
3) Take a nice hot shower
4) Listen to your best upbeat playlist
5) Go to bed early

On the flipside, here's a few things you are NOT permitted while on the emotional stimulus package...

1) Looking at your bank account
2) Doing any homework
3) Cleaning or tidying anything
4) Doing anything that you don't want to do

So yeah, that pretty much covers it I think. I've only got a few hours, so I better hurry and utilize my resources.

Big Fat Jerk

I am now going to describe a natural phenomena that occurs to many people...

You know when you're in hurry and trying to walk somewhere as fast as you can? Then all of the sudden you see someone that you kind-of know. It's not like you're really friends, but you are kind of old acquaintances really. But the point is, you don't know them that well, so when you see them you have to make the split second decision: acknowledge them, ignore them, or pretend you didn't see them. Now for me, the latter was impossible because we made eye contact. But in that moment I thought both of us had made the silent pact that neither of us would say anything. So I turned and began running down the stairs. The problem was that he didn't get the memo. He yelled my last name (probably because he couldn't remember my first name, which I'm really not offended about) and I turned out of habit. I gave a very awkward wave and an even worse half smile before turning back around and promptly running away. What is wrong with this picture? Well not that much, except now I look like a big fat jerk because a) I didn't say hello first and b) I didn't stick around to make small talk. Why do people have to break the silent pact of non-acknowledgment!?!? Life is so much easier when it is followed people!

Led Zeppelin and First Days

I just found out that one of my favorite piano songs was actually a remake of a Led Zeppelin song. Not sure how I feel about that. Apparently I like psychedelic rock more than I thought I did. Who would've thought? In fact the more I listen to classic reggae, the more I like it. Maybe I've just been watching That 70's Show too much or soemthing.

Anyways, classes have started again and I find myself falling into the dull daily grind of things again. Although yesterday in my first class of American lit, we had the most intensely theoretical discussion I've ever had on a first day. We talked about Derrida and poststructuralism. It kind of blew my mind just a little bit. But only a little. I've also started my first education class, which is also blowing my mind. Being a teacher is hard, but I am really excited to get to go into classrooms this semester and observe teachers. Of course I'll also have to sell my soul to them and undoubtedly spending countless hours doing the things my mentor teacher doesn't want to do herself. Sweet.