Time: Friend or Foe?

I decided that I should post something since I haven't for a while - and I very well might not for a while again. I lot has happened these last few weeks. Well, actually not a lot, but the weight of a few actions has created a significant impact on my life, so I think 'a lot' is relevant here.

I'm having some problems coping and have so many questions I've been asking myself throughout that I don't think I know who I am anymore. It's because of this that my post will be on the short side. I'll be the first to admit that my personality can sway from day to day depending on things so trivial as how or in what kind of mood I woke up today. Right now, I find that it's easier to seclude myself a bit more than what is customary. The roller coaster is broken, and I can't control it from diving when I'm in situations where I need to be social. Light bantering and laughter are difficult when the feeling that you could give two shits about most of your conversations and the laughter is hollow and forced sets in.

I guess I just hope that something good will eventually come, but for now I'm going to sit here over my keyboard in my dimly lit fortress. Next to me on my desk is a picture frame full of smiles that has a tendency lately to make me feel gloriously happy and desperately sad in rapid succession. For those few of you friends that do make it here once in a while, this is my vague excuse for having dropped off the radar lately. I'm still here.

I think.

A Day

10.27.05 - 09.30.07

My New Hero

For not posting anything in so long, I'm making up for lost time by making two in one day. I hadn't intended for this blog to become somewhat politically edged, but I guess it was only a matter of time. What you are about to hear is Adam Corolla hanging up on Ann Coulter after she called in as a guest on his radio show an hour and a half late, then tries to make it sound like it was their fault. He responds by treating her the way more people should.

Anyone remember a few years ago when people like Dennis Rodman and Marylin Manson popped up everywhere you turned because conservatives kept wailing about how terrible they were? I know they're still around, but how often do you hear from them? Exactly. No more attention, they go away. Ann Coulter is the same way; if more people would just "hang up" and stop fueling the attention whore flames that she most desperately needs, she will also go away. Well, we are talking politics here, so as long as no one in the GOP or some band of extreme right wing nut jobs feel pity for her/him/it and lends their support, she/he/it will fade away. Hopefully.

There is some language that may be offensive to those that have tender little ears and the audio is the same. I'd at least turn it down if you're at work.

You Want Mostly Fluffers and Floaters

I've just been sitting here in the student union for approximately the past half hour, and I think I experienced a slight bit of brain death. I've only seen a handful of familiar faces from last (spring) semester, and this new batch seems just as socially inept as the last, if not more so. The table next to me has finally ended their phone conversation. No, I'm not one of those cell phone nazis, but when you're sitting in a public place, please refrain from having multiple conversation using the speaker function. I don't want to hear the details while setting up your next doctor's appointment, the conversation between you and the administrator from your child's school, or any other white-knuckle exciting possibilities. I also didn't realize that high heels, raggedy shorts, and camouflage shirts are the 'in' thing this season. I guess when you have an unnaturally dark tan you're entitled to wear whatever you want and think that it looks good. There is one guy sitting a couple tables away that has been reading with iPod earbuds in and periodically peering over his book at me. It may be because I'm doing the same thing to everyone else over my monitor. At least I know he's not typing about me. Heh, someone came up the table next to me and asked the lady if he could use her cell phone - apparently they're friends. What's strange is that she told him that it doesn't get a very good signal unless you go stand "over there". Hmmmm, I suspect shenanigans. Maybe I should've told her that a half an hour ago.

Well, it's already partway into the second week of school, and as you can see, I'm cultivating a healthy level of cynicism. Gah! And the speaker phone lady is back at it. I suppose I should've signed up for more classes to give me something to do other than critique random strangers for no reason. This is my last semester, and things have turned out so that I only have to take the minimum amount of credit hours to qualify as full time. So what do I do? Add 5 more hours on top of that. There is a method to the madness, however; considering I'm moving to San Diego, I decided to audit a beginning-level Spanish course. True, it means more hours of class and homework, but learning a bit of Spanish is probably going to come in a bit more handy than German, no matter what Ron Burgundy says.

Well, speaking of German, I should probably spend the next few minutes looking over some vocabulary for my next class. I hate getting there and having to improvise without knowing what the words mean. It earns me too many strange looks. Hasta próximo tiempo, bis nächstes mal.

Dream Within A Dream

Val has been moved to San Diego. She's got an apartment she can move into tomorrow, her grad orientation starts tomorrow as well, and the weather there is sunny and warm with relatively no humidity. I've been awake for going on 31 hours now, classes start for me tomorrow, and it's raining outside. If you haven't guessed, I'm not the most excited to be back in Iowa at the mo. I think it's the massive sleep deprivation that's keeping reality from actually permeating my little bubble of vertigo that's gently carrying me through my day.

The trip itself was great; we left on the 11th of this month and I rolled into Cedar Falls this morning at about 8am. Plans to power nap have somehow been thwarted. When my brain is fully functional, I plan on typing some thoughts and memories of the last week for an actual post of substance. Right now I have neither thoughts or memories. I think. I need to crash soon...