A Little Perspective

Monday, March 29, 2010


Can I just be an angry girl for about five seconds? That's all I need, promise. Boys suck. I say boys, because it's usually the ones who haven't grown up enough yet that piss me off the most. They can't make up their minds, they can't say anything nice, they can't do anything productive, and they only think of themselves. Seriously. Is it too much to ask for a guy who isn't so in love with himself that he can look around every once in awhile and notice there are other people on the planet besides him? I'm just wondering... Please prove me wrong. I'm begging you.

Monday, March 22, 2010

The Disease of Nostalgia

While some of you may not realize it, nostalgia is, in fact, a disease. Actually, back in the old days it was thought of as a mental illness, and I would have to agree. Lately I have been getting so nostalgic and sentimental that it makes me want to throw up. I'm not normally like that, which is likely the reason for my disgust. I know some people enjoy that feeling, but not me. Nostalgia is such a contradiction. You sit there wishing for something you never had and missing something you never really experienced. It's all a product of your mind trying to dig up something that was pleasurable from your past to relive it in the present. But it's not the same. And in the process of digging, you damage the memory further, which makes everything hurt all the more. So as I deal with this infection as of late, I'm just wondering if anyone out there has a remedy? If so, please share!

Speaking of diseases...I'm pretty sure I'm getting sick. I feel that hint of a throb in the back of my head and I'm pretty sure my tonsils are swelling by the minute. Being at the start of sickness is like standing in front of a semi-truck and just waiting for it to mow you down, because you know it's inevitable. Sure you can take some vitamins, but that's about the equivalent of a pillow out in front of you to fend off the semi-truck. It doesn't really work. The better option would be to take the pillow and lie down on the road. At least then your comfortable. Mmmm sleep.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Redundant? Check

I just realized looking at my past few posts that I constantly start them with an "ok so...". Bah! And I call myself an English major! I am ashamed...oh wait let me look up another word for that in the thesaurus, ah, compunctious...that's better. I 'll try to avoid my redundant tendencies from now on.

Now, onto another important subject. Checklists. I find that my entire life operates by checklists. Checklists for homework, errands, and even social to-do's (not toto). I get some sick satisfaction from crossing or checking things off lists. I LIVE for that warm fuzzy once something is completed. Is that normal? Probably not. Am I that concerned? Nope. So, with this concept of checklists in mind, I have embarked on completing a rather hefty and life changing checklist. As I have gone through the different things, I have found it increasingly difficult to fully complete each item. I feel as though the gods of checklists have finally chosen to inflict their wrath upon me, and I wonder if this is one checklist that simply cannot be done. But I think that is a lie. I think it is going to be finished. I am going to finish it. So....List, thou shalt be conquered!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

A Little Pet Peeve

So I'm just going to climb on my soapbox for just a moment. I think it is the most pointless thing in the world for a student to go to class with a laptop and proceed to waste the class period web-surfing instead of actually paying attention in class. Hello?!?! If you would rather spend your life in front of a computer monitor, at least have the sense to do it in the comfort of you own home and not distract me as you type away meaningless chitchat in your facebook window. Furthermore, I would really appreciate if you would stop googling recipes because they either make me hungry or have pictures that make me never want to eat again. Oh and by the way, you do realize you are blowing thousands of dollars each semester on an education that you don't give a hoot about and taking the spot of a potentially useful human being in the class as you squander each class period. I'm sorry dear, but if you don't want to learn and can't contribute, get out of the classroom woman!

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Jumping Trains

Okay, so the last week has probably been full of some serious contemplations. Let me draw a little metaphor for you, if I may....
I am on a speeding train, going one direction obviously, and the destination is pretty great. Heck, the train is pretty nice too. It's a sweet setup. No lie. However, I don't find myself looking forward to actually getting there, despite all of these great things. But the train is moving too fast...and it's not stopping. Suddenly, I look over and see another train, going in the opposite direction. Let's be real, it's not as nice. In fact it looks like a pretty bumpy and rough ride. But I find out what the destination is and I realize I want to be on that train. I want to get there, even if the trip is going to be awful. I want it so bad. Here's the catch: I have to jump and I am scared out of my mind. Both are moving fast, there is only one small window of opportunity to make the switch. Everything I've ever known is already on the train I'm on. Everything I am terrified of and don't know is on the other. So here's the question: Do I jump and end up with my guts splattered on the tracks, stay on my own train and be content with the status quo, or somehow make it to the other train and get something I've always wanted? I hate deciding.