Friday, November 16, 2012
College...
Sooooo, I thought that once I got to college that I would be able to focus only on what I like to do, and not have to worry so much about what I don't like. Not true. I skipped my English and math class this whole week, a couple times by accident, but mostly on purpose. I'm just SO bored and over them, but I need to bring my grades up so I can keep my fafsa money and continue going to school. It's not that I don't know the stuff, or that I'm dumb, I'm just being lazy. And bored. That's all for now, I just needed to get my mini rant off my chest :P
Monday, September 24, 2012
Bored in class...
Soooo, I'm sitting here in computer class with nothing to do. I finished everything due for today last week, and the next stuff that's due isn't due for another three weeks or so, so I'm going to give myself a little break. I do have a math test later today, and as I type this I realize that I left my cinema paper at home in my cinema folder. Great. I do have a little time to go home and get it, if I drive super fast and run in and out of my house. Oh well. I can do it!
As you can probably guess (or not, I'm not very good at this yet), I'm trying to stay on the positive side about everything. Thinking positively, eliminating any negative words like "don't" and "can't" and saying "will" and "can" instead. I also need to write two papers tonight. Ok, technically one, but then I'd have to write the second tomorrow, so I'm trying to get both done tonight. They're both on the same subject, so it should be relatively easy. It WILL be relatively easy. (see what I did there? :P)
I'm half tempted to ask if I can just leave, but my professor already told us to do the next assignments if we're done with this week's, but I don't have the right book to do it, plus I don't want to, so yeah.
This is starting to feel more like a journal entry than a blog post. I usually at least try to make my blog posts entertaining and less like the random nonsense that goes on in my head. Even while writing this, my mind keeps going a million miles a minute, thinking about a hundred different things, which, if I wrote them all down, would no doubt confuse you. but I'll give you a glimpse anyway.
I'm thinking about wanting to watch Dead Poet's Society again, and how I'm done with thinking too much about guys seeing as I'm still very young, and the only guys who have hit on me have serious problems, and even if they didn't, I'm still not attracted to them in that way, so I'm good with focusing on other aspects of my life and not worrying about boys anymore. I'm also thinking about when the next LDSSA (a club I'm in, Latter-day Saint student association) meeting is, and what dress I want to buy for the homecoming dance, and about the next SDP meeting (another club, for theatre) and about my audition for the next play, and I'll stop right there. That's a little insight into my mind and how it works. Everything in there has a connection, I swear.
I'm wearing one of my new hats today. A straw fedora with a pink flower ribbon around the band (is that what that part of the hat is called?) It matches my new dress very well. I'm just a walking pink advertisement today. Everytime I wear pink now, I keep thinking about when we talked about the significance of colors and what they mean in cinema class. Pink represents sweetness. White, innocence and purity, red, danger, sensuality, and something else I can't remember, blue is usually very calming, and black is the most powerful color of all. Black represents power, and sensuality, and evil, and fear. When there's black on the screen, or you see someone walk in wearing black, your eye immediately goes to them. It's an attention grabbing color without being presumptuous, no ego, no conceit, just an acknowledgment of the power it holds over our emotions and impressions of it and the person wearing it. It's also a very slimming color :P
I like my theatre and cinema classes a lot. I even like my computer class, too, although I don't really think I want to take one ever again, unless it's a choice between math and computers, then I'd go with computers. I don't like my English or my math class very much. I've never been a big fan of math in the first place, so me not liking it doesn't come as all that big of a surprise, but my verdict on my English class does. English has always been one of my favorite classes. I looked forward to it (for the most part) every day, and enjoyed doing the homework. We read some amazing books, had deep, wonderful discussions, and wrote interesting papers. But that was in high school. In college English, you don't read books. You read the occasional short stories, but that's about it. In college English, you write. A LOT. Now, I like writing, obviously, but for some reason, assigned writing has never been something that I've liked very much. I like being able to write what I want, and when, and how long it is. But what's a girl to do. I also feel that the class is very easy, and can be a bit frustrating at times because of who I'm assigned to sit by. There's this one guy, in his thirties I believe, who does not stop talking smack about the professor. Ok, I get that it's been about 17 years since he was in high school, and this is his first time in college (I'm pretty sure) and all that, but dear goodness! You don't argue with the professor over a question that, while you got wrong because of the wording, others got right, and you don't criticize the way he speaks in front of the teacher himself. The professor in in charge of his classroom, he can do whatever the heck he wants, pretty much. Yeah, you may not always like it, but at least wait until you're out of class and earshot of the teacher to say so!
Anyway, I feel like I've used up enough space with my random rambling today. Until next time, when I will probably be back on here procrastinating writing my papers!
Peace, love, and chocolate, baby. Peace, love, and chocolate.
(And Robert Downey Jr. :P)
P.S. Look up his ^ cd, it's amazing! Love it to death :)
As you can probably guess (or not, I'm not very good at this yet), I'm trying to stay on the positive side about everything. Thinking positively, eliminating any negative words like "don't" and "can't" and saying "will" and "can" instead. I also need to write two papers tonight. Ok, technically one, but then I'd have to write the second tomorrow, so I'm trying to get both done tonight. They're both on the same subject, so it should be relatively easy. It WILL be relatively easy. (see what I did there? :P)
I'm half tempted to ask if I can just leave, but my professor already told us to do the next assignments if we're done with this week's, but I don't have the right book to do it, plus I don't want to, so yeah.
This is starting to feel more like a journal entry than a blog post. I usually at least try to make my blog posts entertaining and less like the random nonsense that goes on in my head. Even while writing this, my mind keeps going a million miles a minute, thinking about a hundred different things, which, if I wrote them all down, would no doubt confuse you. but I'll give you a glimpse anyway.
I'm thinking about wanting to watch Dead Poet's Society again, and how I'm done with thinking too much about guys seeing as I'm still very young, and the only guys who have hit on me have serious problems, and even if they didn't, I'm still not attracted to them in that way, so I'm good with focusing on other aspects of my life and not worrying about boys anymore. I'm also thinking about when the next LDSSA (a club I'm in, Latter-day Saint student association) meeting is, and what dress I want to buy for the homecoming dance, and about the next SDP meeting (another club, for theatre) and about my audition for the next play, and I'll stop right there. That's a little insight into my mind and how it works. Everything in there has a connection, I swear.
I'm wearing one of my new hats today. A straw fedora with a pink flower ribbon around the band (is that what that part of the hat is called?) It matches my new dress very well. I'm just a walking pink advertisement today. Everytime I wear pink now, I keep thinking about when we talked about the significance of colors and what they mean in cinema class. Pink represents sweetness. White, innocence and purity, red, danger, sensuality, and something else I can't remember, blue is usually very calming, and black is the most powerful color of all. Black represents power, and sensuality, and evil, and fear. When there's black on the screen, or you see someone walk in wearing black, your eye immediately goes to them. It's an attention grabbing color without being presumptuous, no ego, no conceit, just an acknowledgment of the power it holds over our emotions and impressions of it and the person wearing it. It's also a very slimming color :P
I like my theatre and cinema classes a lot. I even like my computer class, too, although I don't really think I want to take one ever again, unless it's a choice between math and computers, then I'd go with computers. I don't like my English or my math class very much. I've never been a big fan of math in the first place, so me not liking it doesn't come as all that big of a surprise, but my verdict on my English class does. English has always been one of my favorite classes. I looked forward to it (for the most part) every day, and enjoyed doing the homework. We read some amazing books, had deep, wonderful discussions, and wrote interesting papers. But that was in high school. In college English, you don't read books. You read the occasional short stories, but that's about it. In college English, you write. A LOT. Now, I like writing, obviously, but for some reason, assigned writing has never been something that I've liked very much. I like being able to write what I want, and when, and how long it is. But what's a girl to do. I also feel that the class is very easy, and can be a bit frustrating at times because of who I'm assigned to sit by. There's this one guy, in his thirties I believe, who does not stop talking smack about the professor. Ok, I get that it's been about 17 years since he was in high school, and this is his first time in college (I'm pretty sure) and all that, but dear goodness! You don't argue with the professor over a question that, while you got wrong because of the wording, others got right, and you don't criticize the way he speaks in front of the teacher himself. The professor in in charge of his classroom, he can do whatever the heck he wants, pretty much. Yeah, you may not always like it, but at least wait until you're out of class and earshot of the teacher to say so!
Anyway, I feel like I've used up enough space with my random rambling today. Until next time, when I will probably be back on here procrastinating writing my papers!
Peace, love, and chocolate, baby. Peace, love, and chocolate.
(And Robert Downey Jr. :P)
P.S. Look up his ^ cd, it's amazing! Love it to death :)
Monday, September 3, 2012
College, boys, books, poetry, friends, and everything else confusing :)
Sooo college has started. Aaaaand, I'm back in my procrastinating ways again. I thought once I got to college and saw the workload it would go away. Apparently not :P Even as I type this, I have a powerpoint to go and finish for a 9am class tomorrow. But, seeing as I just can't seem to focus on any one thing at the moment, I decided to write down some of my thoughts and get it all out there.
First off, college. The only really big difference I've found at college from high school is that the campus is a lot bigger and harder to navigate. The classes, for me anyway, are about the same size, if not smaller. And there's a lot more cussing, too. Some people get really creative with their cussing, too. And some just say a cuss word every other word, whether it makes sense or not. But I like college so far. I enjoy meeting new people and gaining new (or recycled) knowledge. I like my hours, although my Mondays and Wednesdays are more than a little hectic :P And I just like the overall atmosphere (most of the time). I feel like I'm finally starting to break out of my little bubble and am getting a peek of what waits for me out in the real world. I just wish there were less F words flying around everywhere. Man, I hate that word.... I can stand just about any other word, but not that one. It just gets on my nerves.
Hmmmm, boys. Well, they exist. Plenty of 'em. BUT, the only ones I've really interacted with so far are either 1. trying to play me (yeah right. I may be super nice and all when I turn them down, but I know what they're trying to get at. Sorry boys, I am NOT an idiot, and I am most definitely NOT easy or going to fall for any of your games.) or 2. already in a committed relationship of some sort, with a girlfriend or married. Even in singles ward, it seems that every guy I meet already has a girlfriend or an 'about to become his girlfriend' girl. Soooo, yeah. There are a couple guys I kind of have my eye on, but no big crushes or anything like that yet. I will say that the guys from my ward are super nice and always helpful, and are basically really cool guys. But, overall, boys, men, guys, the Male Species in general, continues to confound, baffle, and in every way and meaning of the word, confuse me. I can never tell what they're thinking, or what they mean when they say something, or why they do what they do, etc..... But I love 'em anyway, so it's all good :) And, from what I hear, boys are just as equally confused by us, which kinda levels out the playing field, I guess.
Books. If you know me, then you know that I LOVE to read, and books are some of my favorite things in the whole world. I can (and do) spend hours at any place that has any genre of books just looking through them and wishing that I was a millionaire of some sort so I could buy them all, and then also wishing that I could manipulate time, so I could have time to read them all. The last book I've read, outside of my textbooks for school, was The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. And while not one of my all time favorites, it's very good. It made me laugh, cry, and was a very lovely read. It's an amazing book, check it out sometime! Beware, does involve some cussing, and a (kind of) sex scene. The sex scene isn't really graphic in any way. It just mostly describes the feelings. But then again, I kind of just skimmed it and went to the next chapter :P
Poetry. I have been writing some odds and ends of poems lately. Just been in that kind of mood, I guess. Maybe later, I'll post some of them on here, but not in this post. Just suffice it to say, that the movie Dead Poets Society, has really influenced and inspired me a great deal when it comes to my writing and how I write, and why, and basically everything. From why we write, to how we should write (like ourselves, what we feel, etc.) to how we should live our lives, it's a great movie. Sad ending, but oh so inspiring, and an AMAZING performance from Mr. Robin Williams himself. He's always been one of my favorites, but this movie really reminded me why that is. He's incredible, and I wish he would do at least one more movie like this that's not rated R so that I can watch it. Dead Poets Society is PG, by the way, and if you haven't seen it yet, go and watch it right now. Like, stop reading this and somehow find a way to see this movie. It is incredible.
My best friend came down from college in Thatcher to visit her hometown for the 3-day weekend, and I got to see her for a few hours :) From shopping for candy and shoes at the mall (yes, I am still thinking about those shoes, and I want to go back to the mall and see if they're still there and buy them, if I can, tomorrow) to getting hit on by a complete stranger, and watching young kids perform traditional Spanish (Mexican? Not sure :( ) dances on stage, and just talking about boys and life and college and everything else under the moon, it was a ton of fun :) We're best friends for a reason, and even with the distance, we've managed to keep in touch through Facebook, text, phone calls, and letters. So grateful to have her, and every one of my friends in my life. They have been my support system through everything, and I couldn't ask for better people to have in my life :)
Well, I guess that's all folks! :P Tune in next time, where I reveal the secret to life.
P.S. The answer is 42 ;)
P.P.S. If you don't know that movie/book reference, you lead a sad, lonely, deprived life. Go look it up. Right now.
P.P.PS. Ok, maybe not sad and lonely, but definitely deprived :P
First off, college. The only really big difference I've found at college from high school is that the campus is a lot bigger and harder to navigate. The classes, for me anyway, are about the same size, if not smaller. And there's a lot more cussing, too. Some people get really creative with their cussing, too. And some just say a cuss word every other word, whether it makes sense or not. But I like college so far. I enjoy meeting new people and gaining new (or recycled) knowledge. I like my hours, although my Mondays and Wednesdays are more than a little hectic :P And I just like the overall atmosphere (most of the time). I feel like I'm finally starting to break out of my little bubble and am getting a peek of what waits for me out in the real world. I just wish there were less F words flying around everywhere. Man, I hate that word.... I can stand just about any other word, but not that one. It just gets on my nerves.
Hmmmm, boys. Well, they exist. Plenty of 'em. BUT, the only ones I've really interacted with so far are either 1. trying to play me (yeah right. I may be super nice and all when I turn them down, but I know what they're trying to get at. Sorry boys, I am NOT an idiot, and I am most definitely NOT easy or going to fall for any of your games.) or 2. already in a committed relationship of some sort, with a girlfriend or married. Even in singles ward, it seems that every guy I meet already has a girlfriend or an 'about to become his girlfriend' girl. Soooo, yeah. There are a couple guys I kind of have my eye on, but no big crushes or anything like that yet. I will say that the guys from my ward are super nice and always helpful, and are basically really cool guys. But, overall, boys, men, guys, the Male Species in general, continues to confound, baffle, and in every way and meaning of the word, confuse me. I can never tell what they're thinking, or what they mean when they say something, or why they do what they do, etc..... But I love 'em anyway, so it's all good :) And, from what I hear, boys are just as equally confused by us, which kinda levels out the playing field, I guess.
Books. If you know me, then you know that I LOVE to read, and books are some of my favorite things in the whole world. I can (and do) spend hours at any place that has any genre of books just looking through them and wishing that I was a millionaire of some sort so I could buy them all, and then also wishing that I could manipulate time, so I could have time to read them all. The last book I've read, outside of my textbooks for school, was The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. And while not one of my all time favorites, it's very good. It made me laugh, cry, and was a very lovely read. It's an amazing book, check it out sometime! Beware, does involve some cussing, and a (kind of) sex scene. The sex scene isn't really graphic in any way. It just mostly describes the feelings. But then again, I kind of just skimmed it and went to the next chapter :P
Poetry. I have been writing some odds and ends of poems lately. Just been in that kind of mood, I guess. Maybe later, I'll post some of them on here, but not in this post. Just suffice it to say, that the movie Dead Poets Society, has really influenced and inspired me a great deal when it comes to my writing and how I write, and why, and basically everything. From why we write, to how we should write (like ourselves, what we feel, etc.) to how we should live our lives, it's a great movie. Sad ending, but oh so inspiring, and an AMAZING performance from Mr. Robin Williams himself. He's always been one of my favorites, but this movie really reminded me why that is. He's incredible, and I wish he would do at least one more movie like this that's not rated R so that I can watch it. Dead Poets Society is PG, by the way, and if you haven't seen it yet, go and watch it right now. Like, stop reading this and somehow find a way to see this movie. It is incredible.
My best friend came down from college in Thatcher to visit her hometown for the 3-day weekend, and I got to see her for a few hours :) From shopping for candy and shoes at the mall (yes, I am still thinking about those shoes, and I want to go back to the mall and see if they're still there and buy them, if I can, tomorrow) to getting hit on by a complete stranger, and watching young kids perform traditional Spanish (Mexican? Not sure :( ) dances on stage, and just talking about boys and life and college and everything else under the moon, it was a ton of fun :) We're best friends for a reason, and even with the distance, we've managed to keep in touch through Facebook, text, phone calls, and letters. So grateful to have her, and every one of my friends in my life. They have been my support system through everything, and I couldn't ask for better people to have in my life :)
Well, I guess that's all folks! :P Tune in next time, where I reveal the secret to life.
P.S. The answer is 42 ;)
P.P.S. If you don't know that movie/book reference, you lead a sad, lonely, deprived life. Go look it up. Right now.
P.P.PS. Ok, maybe not sad and lonely, but definitely deprived :P
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