Silly Little Dreamer

I'm trying to chill out. And August Rush is such an amazing soundtrack... I think it's helping. Hence the very AR influenced theme to this entry, just so you know. Now that we've cleared that up, let's examine why I need to relax:

My procrastination is getting out of hand... to the point where it's making me anxious. There's some important things I need to do, financially and academically, and I'm just not getting it done. PLUS I've been working everyday for the past ten days. My next day off is... next Wednesday maybe? I don't even know at this point. They need to hire some moar people, and I need to learn how to do work and life at the same time.

Nothing's gotten done writing-wise (see 2nd paragraph) so I'm hoping to work on that tomorrow. That'll make Katja happy, at least.

I'm thinking I should just go to bed. Maybe if I start having a decent sleep schedule, I can get stuff done during the day.


BRB trying that.

I've spent this last week at either one of two extremes: chagrined or amused.

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And there's my soul-searching for the day.

In other news, I've been writing some interesting things lately. It feels good to be writing again period, but I'm especially proud of this recent stuff.

Also, I win at life, but not by much with regards to my summer classes. I don't think I got an A on my exam, but I think I passed it... which is awesome considering I studied for about 2 hours with only the text to guide me.

So, yet again I took quizzes that katja had on her journal. All of the results are surprisingly accurate, for once, especially the temperament and attention span ones. Also they're eerily related to the beginning of this post...
Heh, in any case, I heartily recommend them.


Teehee- I have cholera. But actually this is really accurate. If you know me, you know the first two sections are ridiculously true: especially "easily excited" and "instantly passionate" LOL The last part I like to think is untrue... but not completely.

You Have a Choleric Temperament

You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things. Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life. You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation. You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon. Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall. You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others. At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults. Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion. A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.

HA, I don't think this comes as a surprise to anyone...

Your Attention Span is Short

What attention span? It's difficult for anything to keep your interest. You are so easily distracted, it's a wonder you could finish this quiz! You find focusing a challenge. Your mind tends to wander to the strangest places. While it may be hard for you to complete tasks, you're very creative. You are easily inspired, and you are often thinking of something interesting. The world would be a boring place without people like you.

I would like to know who these salsa personalities are...

You Are Barbeque Sauce

You are a social person. You enjoy cooking for other people. You are both skillful and competitive. You enjoy mastering hard tasks. You appreciate complexity more than simplicity. Your taste in food tends to lean toward interesting flavors. You appreciate exotic spice combinations. You tend to like cutting edge, fusion cuisine. You get along with all personalities from a distance. Except salsa personalities, who always seem to annoy you.

Hokay, round two of summer courses.

I've got Social Psychology(Soc 340) at 8:30am for the rest of the summer (this makes me sad face.)

And then I've got Principles of Sociology(Soc 402) at 1pm, with an awesome professor who (unfortunately) kinda forgot how to teach an undergraduate seminar. I don't mind the extra work though, since he looks just like Owen Wilson. If Owen Wilson was 55, gone to seed, and a delightfully silly Marxist. The man is my hero.

Professor Wilson Hogan Quotes from class today:

- (referring to the fact that it would be more productive/cheaper to send criminals to Harvard rather than prison)
"A lot of people are in prison who are not very dangerous. Especially compared to the people in Harvard."

- (referring to himself teaching a class required for Law & Society)
"I'm just amused that Purdue hired a Marxist to teach Marxism to cops."

- (referring to positions in an organization, socially)
"It does have a social influence- a lot like the Tinkerbell Theory of Fairies. You know, clap your hands and Tink comes back to life? Peter Pan? Tink is dying and Peter says if you believe in fairies then everybody claps their hands and it saves her? Anybody? WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE ARE SO JADED?!?!?!"

anywhoots.

The point is I have a shazz ton of writing to do this summer, which is a good thing. Because I like to procrastinate required writing by writing whatever I damn well please. So at least I'll be doing something.

Also, I have the next two weekends off work for no reason. ...I'm suspicious.

Brody is getting a bath tomorrow which is good 'cause he's got ridiculously long claws at the moment. Plus he kinda stinks.

The pool at my apartment community is open, which means I've been hauling my day-glow whiteness out there most days, reading silly books about flappers and Steinbeck. And through a lot of time and SPF 45, I've managed to darken myself to white. YAYAH. Plus my back-to-natural blonde hair is sun-bleaching nicely. I look like my summer self.

Me+ paint = highly frustrated.

I'm not even using color b/c I can't handle it. Black and white, like words on a page. That's how I roll.

Insomnia never waits for my approval before taking hold. Shtupid. It's like someone who always seems to call as you're sitting down to eat.

I've let go of something tonight that went there and back with me. It's not even big, just a piece of stupid writing that I couldn't finish. But it's been to dark places with me. It's changed forms as I did. I got it done tonight. It's how I know I'm safe. It's not even deep or particularly good, it just means more to me than I think anyone reading it could know.


I killed mildew today in our bathroom. We're the Mildew Murderers, baby. (gang symbol on the way) It's totally cool if you want to form a fan club for my disinfecting powers. They're breathtaking. Even Butters clapped when I braved the bathmat. Well he would have if he had hands, he is a bunny after all. It's a scary moldy world out there kids, be safe!