left, but not on a jet plane...and is still alive. definitely.

I promise that I haven't died. It's been ages since I updated though... mostly I've just been really, really busy, and when I have had free time I just want to veg.
Things are going good though, 'B' in Spanish 1 AND 2, which is pretty sweet considering I failed a test in spanish 2. ugh. In all seriousness, I don't think I've ever studied as hard for a class as I did for this damn spanish class...I kind of wanted an A, but whatevs. No complaints.
Anyway, so I've already left for school. Doesn't start till Monday but I wanted to go see a few friends. Spent two days in Kansas City and two in STL. Oh, and I bought the worlds cutest plant at the botanical garden gift shop in STL. It's adorable. I need to name it...suggestions? hahah
SO, now I'm at the Aaron's (the bf) until we head back to school on sunday. Woot. It is really, really, reaaaally nice to not have to be anwhere for a few days.
And that's pretty much it! Weeks worth of updates in less than ten minutes. I pretty much rock, I know.
haha. More to come later, in a slightly calmer fashion.

No Kanye, thank YOU.

Today, I learned some interesting information about Kanye West. He says:

"Sometimes people write novels and they just be so wordy and so self-absorbed ... I am not a fan of books. I would never want a book's autograph.
And:
"I am a proud non-reader of books. I like to get information from doing stuff like actually talking to people and living real life,"

Good deal, man, good deal. Books are so stuck up...won't even take the time to sign an autograph. Of course, neither do CD's and he doesn't seem to have a problem not getting an autograph from one of them.
In his defense though, many, MANY great philosopher's have agreed with him that literacy is not at all important. Unfortunately, we don't know who they are, or what they had to say, because they couldn't write their ideas down...
No no, but seriously. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. And obviously, Kanye feels very strongly about this particular opinion. So strongly, in fact, that he decided to show it by, yes, writing a book. It's titled "Kanye West Presents: Thank You And You're Welcome" and it is 52 pages, filled with all the wisdom that Kanye has gained over the years, wisdom that he dubs "Kanye-isms". Insightful.
But he couldn't have done all 52 pages alone...oh no, he had a coauthor, which makes sense. One sentence a page, 52 pages... that's a lot of work to do all on your own.
Apparently, this book has been out for ages, and I wish, truly and sincerly, that I had heard of it earlier. I feel so left out of the pop culture loop.
It's okay though, because for all of us who missed the first one, there's going to be another book, following in the radical success of the first. It will be titled "Glow in the Dark"....maybe another informative tome about his days in the biz', posing as a lightbulb? Who knows? And really, who the hell cares?

! muy ocupado hombre!

In class today, as I was being confronted with my total lack of understanding of Spanish, I drew this picture of my professor, as an italian/spanish superhero. I have named him "Muy ocupado hombre" which, I think,means "very busy man!". I was quite pleased with myself.



The thing on his head is the weird beret thingy he wears, that's a cup of tea in his hand, and obviously, a cape. oh and the thing on his face is sunglasses. fyi.

this is the only logical conclusion....

My Spanish teacher routinely flits in and out of the classroom. For instance, he'll come in at 9:30 and tell us to study, or work on whatever it is we're supposed to be working, on for half and hour, and hour, whatever, and then he runs off, leaving us alone. It's cool, because we have a bunch of time to work on stuff, but it's just generally kind of strange, and none of us have any idea what he does during that time. So, using some of my awesome deductive logic skills, I've decided he's a caped crusader. Fighting crime, all the time, etc. It kind of shatters ones notions about superheroes though, because he's definitely, definitely not attractive. Or muscular. He does get up every morning at 5am to go running though. Coincidence? I think not.

I really need to focus on homework. bah.

random note/point of some interest:
I am enough of a nerd that I'm considering asking for the entire Sandman Graphic Novel Series by Neil Gaiman for my 21st birthday instead of, oh say, MONEY FOR THE BAR.
Maybe, I should combine these two things, like...meeting Neil Gaiman at a bar? hm.

optimus prime rocks my socks.

Well, my experiment in procrastination has been postponed. hahah. pun. right. But no seriously, it has. I washed exactly as many clothes as I HAD to wash in order to have clean clothes today, tomorrow and maybe Monday, if I'm creative about it... I then didn't do any homework, and went to a movie. To be fair, the movie was scheduled, (omg. my love of the Transformers movies is ridiculous. and silly. but...AAAH! Love!). Later, I DID work in a trip to hobby lobby that I more or less needed to make. Eventually. I also managed to fit in two (yes, two) trips to starbucks, another two episodes of The Simpsons (it's always on, I swear) and this blog entry. Damn you procrastination! My dear friend Katrina pointed out to me today that it [procrastination] is a very paralizing feeling, and that's entirely true. I'm not sure why this is, but it seems like as soon as you start putting things off it all just turns into an overwhelming sense of total panic. "I have so much to do! If I start it, I might be overwhelmed...therefore, I won't start anything! aha! thwarted you this time you foul procrastinatey beast!" People are, or at least, I am, extrememly stupid.
I think the important part of all of this is that...I AM A GEEK AND I LOVE TRANSFORMERS. And everyone can just leave me alone about it! :D

she said 'man that's the same old thing I heard before'

I have no clean clothes, and there's nothing to eat in my house. I really need to force my life into some semblance of order...you know, clean, actually do the one of the million things on my "to do" list. I hate procrastinating. It stresses me out a ton...and yet, I continue to procrastinate, because the thought of doing any of the things I need to do...stresses me out. Horribly vicious cycle.
The other day as I was driving to school, I decided that I needed to straighten my life around. I felt confident in that way that you (or at least I) only feel when you're in a spectacular mood, driving in your car, and listening to Three Dog Night. Then I got home, watched The Simpsons, didn't do homework and got in a brief fight with my boyfriend, via phone...possibly even less pleasant than getting into fights in person. At least in person you can like, throw things, and storm off, and hug and stuff. Not that this was a throwing things and storming off kinda fight, it was actually not even really a fight. And we're find now and...anyway, back to the point: [procrastination works it's magic again] I think the trick might be in forcing yourself to realize and actually believe that even if you feel like crap, once you finish doing whatever you've been procrastinating about, you'll feel better. At least that's my working theory. Once I get my clothes washed, my homework done, the newsletter written, and my room cleaned, I'll get back to you.

back on the block, really nothing but talk.

Living away from home 2/3 of the year is a really strange experience. What it creates, primarily is the total absence of anything. I mean by this, that I have no sense of existing in any particular place or time, at all. It sort of makes me feel like my existence is an elaborate fake. Not to say that this is a particularly unique thought. I mean, people have been having existential crisis for ages, immortalized forever in "The Matrix". Let me stress however, that I am not having a "Neo" moment here. If the world is run by robots, I'm pretty okay to if they just keep on keepin' on. I suppose I'm just really not that motivated of a person. Anyway, the point I'm making (in a very roundabout way) is just that it's like being shuffled from two very different universes (universi?), and it's sometimes a bit uncomfortable.
The first universe (home) is solid, and tangable and "real", but all that aside, it's not always terribly 'good'. That's not a slur on my family at all, my parents are awesome and supportive and all that good stuff, it's more of a commentary on everything else. This is not my state, or my city, these are not my 'people'...maybe they could eventually become that to me, but as it stands: I don't particularly belong where I'm at, in, what we will temporarly call "Universe A"
The second universe (school) is shifting, changing, intangible and in many ways not at all "real". The people at school will eventually graduate, some people will even transfer, drop out, or (unforunately) be kicked out. Most importantly however, I will eventually graduate, and leave. Despite this sort of non existance that this universe --Universe B-- inhabits, it's much more "my" place, in a way that Universe A can't seem to manage.
Unfortunately, it also has the enormous draw back of being somewhere completely transient.
So, in my case, it seems like my "stable" place is not the same as my "at home" place.
Life, it seems to me, is a long and occasionally impossible search for "home".
And, that is all I have to say on the subject.

If I can't speak it, how am I supposed to write it?

My summer hobbies now include: cooking (of course) and jewelery making. The jewelery is really a revived hobby, since I used to do it all the time. Anyway, it gives a bit more vibrancy to the otherwise dull and tedious hours/days/weeks that make the summer what it is. I really have nothing to do here. Friends at home are few and far between, and as the Beatles knew: you get by with a little help from your friends. But I'll probably survive. Having a hobby helps.
And, of course, there's always the enormous amount of time I spend trying to comprehend and/or pass my Spanish 1 class. So I can pass my Spanish 2 class. At least it's going a bit better than before... or at least I think so. We had our first actual test on Thursday, so I'll know for sure sometime next week. This weekend I had to write 150 words (in spanish, obviously) about a certain topic and in a certain tense. It's been mind bogglingly frustrating, because it's only 150 words and, for crying out loud, I wrote more than that for 1st grade compositions. But since it's in espanol, I've been struggling with it all day. hmph. Stupid spanish.

Hmm.... Dr. Pierce? Probly' not

A few people asked me about the new title. Well obviously, the old one was boring... I planned on changing it eventually, and then I was given the perfect opportunity: A friend of mine who graduated last semester was at a party and decided it would be fun to call me and pass the phone around. Meh, no problem, I don't have an issue talking to strangers... until, at some point, a girl named "Tracy" grabbed the phone. I guess my friend must have left the room, because nobody corrected "Tracy" as she proceeded to ask me what made me want to go to medical school.
For those of you who don't know:
I am not in medical school, nor do I have any desire to go to medical school, or to become a Doctor. At all.
I sort of stuttered along in the conversation for awhile, mostly just completely baffled with this girl, until eventually I managed to blurted out something about not being a doctor. Of course, the next day my friend swears I screamed "I AM NOT A NEUROSURGEON!" And honestly, I might have.
In retrospect though, I sort of enjoyed the whole incident. I think it kind of encapsulates my outlook on life: confused, horrified, and filled with misunderstandings.

I think it's official...

me no gusta Espanol
or:
I don't like Spanish. And, I still feel like crap, which means I'm either a) sick with a cold or b) being attacked by some pretty hardcore allergies. Since it feels the same either way, I don't really care. I can't take any medication because everything I take knocks me out, and I don't have the time to be knocked out. blah.
Basically: alas, I am disconsolate, poor me. :)

On a brighter note: A new Thai place opened up in Denton (okay, not new by a long shot, but it's been a year since I've been home long enough to actually go out to eat...) and I think me Madre and I are gonna go check it out on thursday after class. My love for Thai food really can't be expressed in words. In fact, I've just sunk into a mild daydream thinking about it. huh, weird. Maybe I'm running a fever...
I suppose that's it for now, I need estudio espanol, memorizing verbs and all that. fun fun.

yo hablo espanol... ....kinda.

First day of class down.... so uhm, like a million left. Okay, overstatement. thousand. tops.
Nah, it wasn't so bad. The professor seems okay, and we got out of class early, which was super nice. Still, getting up at 7 to stay in class until noon kinda sucks...it involves me going to bed at 11, which is really, really strange. Ahhh well, I'm sure I'll adjust.
In other news: I was thinking today about how life is generally weirder in Texas than I remember. This whole metroplex area is HUGE compared to where I'm used to living now. Huge, and really overwhelming. I honestly kind of miss little bitty Canton MO. pop. 1,000. I like cities and all, but I hate this "urban sprawl" business. For example: today I wanted to go to Hobby Lobby. Not a huge task...it wasn't even that far away. It was possibly the worst choice of my life, there was traffic and lines and every intersection and exit was totally backed up... and it's a frikin' monday afternoon. Horribly frustrating. And stressfull.
sigh. oh well. not much I can do about it right now... except whine alot. hahaha.
Anyway, right now I need to go study, talk to Aaron, and then get to bed (ahhh even thinking about bed when it's still partially light outside is crazy)

Et tu, Brute?

First day of my summer class is tomorrow morning, bright and early at 9:30. So, coupled with the 45 minute drive, breakfast, and looking like a respectable human being, I have to get up at like, seven. Fun.
In a perfect world, my last school free day would be delightful...but alas. I feel like crap. But, you say, couldn't it just be stress and first day jitters? Why yes, it could. Partly. But rarely do nerves manifest as sinus problems. I suppose maybe it's happened, but never to me.
Also, I tried to make tortellini --normally not a particularly complicated endeavor-- with this like, sauce...stuff...and screwed it all to hell.
alas, woe is me. Clearly I'm in dire condition here.
If I survive, I'll let you know how Spanish went.
Over and out!

my last day....heh.

Tomorrow(today?...lol, "Sunday") is my last day of freedom before I start a round of summer classes. I'm of the belief that the whole concept of "summer classes" is just a system of torture for college students. It's like "hey, you have a break!...nope, just kidding". But I signed up for them so I guess I can't complain.
I'm taking Spanish 1 and 2 while I'm at home, because the language teacher at CSC is terrible. Supposedly, the prof. at the school here is really good. So I guess we'll see.
It's definitely going to be weird being in class without being at Culver. It's kinda like being a freshman all over again, except not nearly as terrifying! haha. Anyway, I'll keep everyone posted on my bilingual progress. :)

creation!

Well, it's summer now...but a multitude (three) of family and friends has been complaining that they never know what's going on with me while I'm away at school. Ahhh the power of the interweb (also: I totally stole the idea from Nicole). For you then, family, friends, fellows, I have created this blog so that you can know of my doings in the great outside world.
Honestly, I'll probably only post during this summer. out of boredom. Thereby defeating the purpose...but maybe I'll stick with it. Anyway, I'll post pictures (occasionally) and tell you of (almost all) of my doings. :) Enjoy!