I write this post while sitting on the floor of my apartment, watching Pocahontas, attempting to do Arabic homework, and smelling the wonderful loaves of banana bread I just put in the oven. Two of my roommates are on the couch; the other three are sleeping (I think). Our new brown and white bunny named Batman is currently trying to eat my shoulder.
He is not succeeding.
It's times like these that I'm glad I'm exactly where I am in life. High school's done and over with, but I'm still not quite assimilated into the adult world. I'm a college student, studying hard, working 17 hours a week, maintaining some semblance of a social life, and having an altogether awesome, hectic time of it.
Sure, sometimes I have brief moments of sanity where I realize exactly how much needs to be done and how little time I have to do it. In all reality, I should have absolutely no social life at all, except two designated hours on Friday nights for light small talk with other humans. But....really? It's not realistic to expect that. The challenge is finding the right balance; I'm still experimenting a bit with that.
This banana bread smells so freaking good. My salivary glands are working overtime. John Smith's dreamy good looks are not helping matters. This is getting ridiculous.
Only 20 more minutes...in the meantime, I should mosey on back to the Arabic dual system and all such nonsense. See you in the morning!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
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My first words this morning were probably along the lines of, "Eaarghtimeinterviewnoooo!"
Yeah, you guessed it, I had a job interview on campus and I woke up 20 minutes before it started. Good job. 18 gazillion brownie points for you.
After galloping to the bus stop half-dressed, I moseyed in a rather swift manner to the Morris Center. I asked for Laura Thomas, as directed, then waited around for 10 minutes as the secretaries tried to figure out who that was. So all my rush was for naught. Ah, me.
The interview itself went rather well, even though I had low self-esteem due to my two major self-esteem killers: glasses and unshaven legs. I don't know what it is; I am usually a pretty confident person, but those two things...I can never look people in the eye. It's pretty rough.
After that I went to Brit Lit and pretended I agreed with what the teacher was talking about, then I went to Arabic and pretended I knew what the teacher was even saying.
Lunch was an adventure. I didn't have my wallet with me, so I wasn't able to buy food. Being the creative person I am, I decided to hit up one of the business school's many free-food socials. I was in luck; the finance club was serving up In-N-Out burgers. Sooo, I headed over to room 240 and pretended I was interested in what the guy in front was saying. As I waited in line, I made conversation with people and pretended I was looking into the finance major in a desperate attempt to not look like an aspiring writer who just wanted the free food (which is what I was). Not one of my prouder moments, I'll admit.
Well, karma was out to get me. All they had left by the time I made it through the line were various condiments and cans of pop. I grabbed a Sprite and left, feeling rather sad that all my hard work had gone to waste. It's a hard life.
After a lovely nap session in astronomy, I walked home and took a swim with Erin in Centennial's pool. Currently, I am sitting at the kitchen table waiting for my potatoes to bake, which is definitely not one of the most interactive cooking experiences. Perhaps I shall take up the time by learning a new skill, such as throwing ninja stars.
Yeah, you guessed it, I had a job interview on campus and I woke up 20 minutes before it started. Good job. 18 gazillion brownie points for you.
After galloping to the bus stop half-dressed, I moseyed in a rather swift manner to the Morris Center. I asked for Laura Thomas, as directed, then waited around for 10 minutes as the secretaries tried to figure out who that was. So all my rush was for naught. Ah, me.
The interview itself went rather well, even though I had low self-esteem due to my two major self-esteem killers: glasses and unshaven legs. I don't know what it is; I am usually a pretty confident person, but those two things...I can never look people in the eye. It's pretty rough.
After that I went to Brit Lit and pretended I agreed with what the teacher was talking about, then I went to Arabic and pretended I knew what the teacher was even saying.
Lunch was an adventure. I didn't have my wallet with me, so I wasn't able to buy food. Being the creative person I am, I decided to hit up one of the business school's many free-food socials. I was in luck; the finance club was serving up In-N-Out burgers. Sooo, I headed over to room 240 and pretended I was interested in what the guy in front was saying. As I waited in line, I made conversation with people and pretended I was looking into the finance major in a desperate attempt to not look like an aspiring writer who just wanted the free food (which is what I was). Not one of my prouder moments, I'll admit.
Well, karma was out to get me. All they had left by the time I made it through the line were various condiments and cans of pop. I grabbed a Sprite and left, feeling rather sad that all my hard work had gone to waste. It's a hard life.
After a lovely nap session in astronomy, I walked home and took a swim with Erin in Centennial's pool. Currently, I am sitting at the kitchen table waiting for my potatoes to bake, which is definitely not one of the most interactive cooking experiences. Perhaps I shall take up the time by learning a new skill, such as throwing ninja stars.
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