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| Holy spit, this thing is still here?!
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| You know, I was pretty sure I was handling things, and I thought I could get it all to work out.
But now I'm seriously starting to figure out just how much shit I've managed to get myself into in a short amount of time, and it's not looking too pretty right now.
For the week of December 4th -- if things go well in my Counseling 325 class, which I hope they do, admittedly -- I will be taking nine units of college credit, possibly working with a dance group, and holding down four jobs.
It's just for that week -- after that, it cuts down to three, and a couple weeks later, to two -- but for the two weeks after Thanksgiving weekend, just...wow.
More on the details of the jobs later. I feel like complaining, but I have to get up in five hours, so I'll wait for a while. Maybe I'll be in a better mood after some coffee.
On second thought, I see a lot of coffee in my future. | | |
| I was gonna get stuff done tonight. Instead, I burnt like two and a half hours talking to people and now I have to sleep, so I can go [i]back[/i] into work for a meeting thinger tomorrow morning.
And I almost fell asleep on the couch. Again. So now I'm cold and not awake enough to do anything anyway.
... ****ity **** ****.
End frustrated, grouchy post. | | |
| True joy comes not from finding those humans you consider perfect, but from finding perfection in those you consider human.
(Sometimes I think that I could probably stand to remember that as much as anyone else, even though the statement is intended for someone.)
Four years -- really, where does the time go? But then, she always was the mature one. *wink*
Had to find it out from her xanga, but nonetheless, congrats, Pat and Cas! Many happy (future) returns, and I hope everything goes well for you. I wish you many happy, fluffy bunnies, and stuff (and possibly a smarter comment from me once I'm sleeping more often).
For better or worse, I begin training (or possibly complete all of it) at Radio Shack on Sunday. Yes, that's all the information I have to give you. If you intend to visit me or whatever else you intend to do, you can do it after I'm not feeling dazed and confused about everything ELSE I have to take care of. Maybe when I actually know what I'm doing. ;)
Anyway, I'm having another fit of feeling horribly slow and immature, so I suppose I'll go deal with that. Probably by sleeping, or playing video games (can you see a trend here?). Ciao! | | |
| **EDIT! EDIT!** -- Reincarnation is, in fact, performing SATURDAY, not Sunday, at the Autumn Moon Festival. While we had our suspicions, we were only informed of this, well, about two hours ago (8 or 8:30pm Friday). So, while we have to run around and prepare, all YOU need to do is change the date on your calendar! ;) (Sorry, J. Oh, and hi Pat!)
Hey, you remember all those cool people that we used to know from the class of 2003?
I know I sure do.
I'm running apace with most of them college-wise. -_-
I did at some point say that I was content taking college at my own speed, and really, this is still true. (If it wasn't true, I wouldn't be dumb enough to take on the double major that I'm pursuing. But I still am.) But it can be a little disheartening, sometimes -- just a little bit -- when you realize that a lot of the people you spent all your time with in high school are almost done with college, and the ones you kept up with and grew older alongside back at Wash are now the ones who are working the businesses you patronize and looking at you like 'what, you're still there?'
Well, no one specifically. I'm imagining it more than anything else. But it's kind of a smack-you-in-the-face wake-upper, have to admit.
Currently, realistically, I'm looking at graduating in 2009. That's JUST long enough for me to graduate with the class that barely knew -my- high school friends when they were seniors.
"Yes, actually, I'm following the, ah, seven year plan...?" Then again, my Peer Advising teacher always says she followed the "twenty-year plan" for graduation, so there's not a lot I can say. =)
In all fairness, there's still people at City that I graduated with, too, and some of them I really miss talking to. But conversely, now that I'm not there, I'm not running into them any more, and so all the examples I get are all the 'graduating in 2005' notices on Facebook that serve to remind me I'm draggin' my feet. *drag drag drag* Realistically, it's probably the New School Blues, or however you want to call it -- and on the bright side, besides bureaucracy, it's one of the only downers to my new life at SFSU.
Ah, well. I never was one for playing it by the book anyway.
Reincarnation Performance Group -- this Saturday, September 10th (great day to be performing, huh), 2:00 pm. Or earlier, if other groups don't show up, which has happened the last three or four times. We'll be at the Autumn Moon Festival in Chinatown -- I don't know which stage we'll be on yet. Call me if you want to check it out!
So I'm probably about to pick up the job that Rob hated -- powder blue shirt, red logo, next to Subway. Name that store and get a free chance to groan in sympathy at the broke kid who needs gainful employment!
Ten months -- really, where does the time go? | | |
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