Brand New

While I live amongst a community of fascinating writers and bloggers, all committed to their writing, I find myself unable to keep up with the daily record of my thoughts and interactions. I am not exactly sure why this is. Depending on my mood, I like to assign it different sources.

1. I just have more of a social life than others, therefore I can't spend time crafting a text post for the public to read/enjoy/dislike/waste their time on. (As you can see, this comes from an insecurity in and of myself and my writing, aimed at many other well meaning writers in an attempt to make myself look/feel better.)

2. I am a terrible writer, and very unmotivated. (While this is incredibly cynical, I cannot think that it is entirely false. I AM very unmotivated. Reality: I spend hours on the computer a day, yet I devote none of them to organizing and publishing my thoughts, or working on my writing.)

3. I am too busy with school. (While this sounds similar to #1 at a first glance, I would hope that my readers can discern the difference. The background thought is still the same, that I have better things to do, yet those better things come from a different source and, fortunately, do not bear insult to my colleagues. Another reality: I don't spend nearly as much time on school as I should.)

Now I hope to be able to sift through these reasons and come to an accurate conclusion, despite my faulty premises. I am inclined to believe that I simply lack the motivation to exercise a little bit of effort in order to craft a piece of writing that is, let's say, above par.

Since I've bored you all with my rant, subsequently attempting to excuse my lack of posts since last semester, I will continue on to real things.

I once was of the sort that severely (and I mean that in the fullest sense of the word) enjoyed physical, written word. By that I mean a book. Paper. Bound. Shiny covers. Smell of newsprint. Stiff new pages versus bent, dog eared pages. The magic of the story was complemented by its feeling in my hands. Not to say that I have completely discarded these feelings of physical reading, but I have recently acquired a Kindle Touch. (By acquired, I mean that my loving, ever longsuffering, and wonderful boyfriend has purchased it for me <3) For a long time, I thought that getting an e-reader would completely tarnish my reputation as a true book lover. How could I ever discard that loyalty to other authors? Now I don't necessarily know if I truly AM discarding this loyalty, but nevertheless, I have been able to get past these feelings and use a Kindle.

Now to the real part. I LOVE MY KINDLE. It is seriously the best investment that has been made on my behalf. I have the majority of my school reading in one place, meaning it ACTUALLY GETS DONE as opposed to being blown off because I don't really feel like carrying all my heavy books around. I have unlimited access to books (many of them free; thanks, Amazon), available at the touch of a screen. I've spent more time reading (academic and recreational) than I have since last summer. That's saying a lot. I believe that reading, of all sorts, is essential to the mind and well being of the individual. Now, I have that opportunity.

In other news, I have gone through about half of the semester without breaking my computer! This is incredible news, and I hope it is received with love and congratulations. I am very proud of myself. Also, Macbooks are exponentially more durable than Acers.

As far as academics go, I believe I have improved. On both of my recent history tests, I improved by 10% compared to last semesters averages. This is PROGRESS. For once in my life, I worked harder and actually accomplished something. Excuse me while I float on a cloud.

I understand that this post is lacking much NEW information on my life, and rather a lot of rambling and stream-of-consciousness thoughts, still I hope it is enjoyed. In the future, I am going to make a concentrated effort to be motivated in writing OFTEN and REGULARLY.

And so we go.

In a world where everything goes

No one understands satire.

People are quick to accuse.

Many put down others without investigation.

No one appreciates humor.

Everyone takes themselves far too seriously.

I'd love to say I'm sorry for offending you, but I'm not.

Have a nice day.

And so we go.

My school is cool.

Can I Just Have Like Two Seconds To Rant?

Ok, here it goes.

I thoroughly despise the amount of hazing/bullying, and all around douchebaggery that goes on at this school.

REALITY CHECK: No one's life is your business and you would be wise to back off. The people who proclaim to be 'good' people, better than others, yet you turn around and just hack on people's lives. No one asked, no one cares.

Equality, Spinney, and French Fries

This is something I've had run ins with since the moment I stepped on to the PHC campus. I signed a contract, and I'm committed to it. Obviously, I've fallen short on a few occasions, not always on purpose (everyone makes mistakes), but for the most part I've complied with the rules that I've agreed to.

However. It absolutely irks me to see how certain girls are targeted with the dress code rules more than others. Now, we're talking about girls who are ALL BREAKING DRESS CODE. Yet some of them will get called out, and others will not. The reasons for this can be anything. In my opinion I believe it's directly related to the physical appearance of those breaking dress code, and the opinions those who are dress coding hold.

My only thing to say on this: there is no reason. All should be treated equally, regardless of who they are or what they look like. Breaking dress code is breaking dress code.

Another thing. People who pretend to understand you when they DON'T and have no idea where you come from and what your life has served you. Everyone has their own background which dictates who they are today. Recognize it and accept it.

On the plus side, I lived through my first Spinney test. I studied my butt off for hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and HOPEFULLY it all paid off. I'm just glad it's all over and I won't have to look Spinney in the eye as he says "Spin the wheel of misfortune" ....at least for a little while. I'm not exactly sure what's worse. The test or the sound of that thing.

Ahh! Matthew is coming to stay with me during Homecoming! For those of you who don't know, Matt is only the coolest brother in the entire world. And he's totally coming here after he graduates (or so I say). He's staying in D4, where all the cool guys live. He'll fit in great :)

Well, I should probably go do some homework since I have a Logic paper to write, a Spinney lecture to read, hours of Rhetoric homework and a room to clean. All I know is Jesse better get here with my french fries soon.

And so we go.

I'm about to shamelessly promote myself.

My roommate Gabrielle and I have created a joint blog about the typical (and sometimes not so typical) PHC experience.

My Hair Is Dress Code

And it would make my life if you would read it!

OK! A real post.

It was my resolution that as soon as I got to 'real' college, I would start blogging on the regular. Well, that went down in flames when the crack on my computer screen spread, making the computer unusable. I've gone through a few weeks without it, and through many trials and tribulations as a result, but FINALLY, I have it back and have no excuses left not to blog besides my own laziness. SO HERE I GO OK??

I have no idea where to even start. The beginning already seems so long ago, and I sort of glanced over it, so there's really no point in repeating any of it.

OMG! One thing I've discovered here, ok not really discovered. I knew this already and expected it, but then it HIT me. Virginia is SO different than New Jersey, in ways I didn't even think of.

The most obvious: pumping gas. Yes, yes, I know New Jersey is the odd state out here. But to be sitting in the passenger seat , and having the driver get out of the car to put gas in it? SO WEIRD. Even better, is that I don't even know how to pump gas. I never have, and I'm not going to any time soon. (Although Gabby is convinced I should be losing my 'gas pumping virginity' soon.....)

Another obvious one: accents and dialect. I mean, everyone else is just so weird, and I'm normal. Of course. Like, doesn't EVERYONE in the world call pizzas pies? A pie of pizza? A slice of a pie? No...? APPARENTLY NOT. And all these people saying tour like 'tewr' and ya'll and that stuff. Too weird.

Mock trial. Those two words signify what has become my life and will continue to take over every aspect of it for the foreseeable future. Three weeks to prepare a 130pg case? Yeah, we're doing that.

And the professors! When I was at community college, I remember 'liking' professors. Maybe even thinking they were funny. POSSIBLY even going as far to say I learned something from them. Here is an entirely different story. Every single minute spent in class is a learning experience. It's impossible for me to sit through a lecture without my attention being completely monopolized. (Ok, I can think of one or two classes that I'm not entirely enthusiastic about, but whatever.) Two words: SPINNISMS and FAVELISMS.

And so we go.