Spring? Is That You?

Of course the day when I have a pile of homework to do ends up being the nicest day we've had this year. This is why, tomorrow, I am going to try to make myself get up around 3:00am so I can finish the paper that I didn't finish today. Instead of finishing my paper, I went for a walk with my mom and my sister; and my dad took me up on the hill and let me shoot at a rock. I must say, that was a very interesting though highly uncomfortable experience. I imagine I will get used to it (assuming that becomes necessary).

Wait a Minute

I now have four weeks of class left. My initial reaction to this is "Oh thank (the) god(s)! Maybe I will make it through this semester after all!" Then I think "Waaaaiiiiiit, don't I have a shit ton of work due at the end of the semester? A shit ton of work that I haven't even started working on?" The answer is yes, yes I do. At which point the thought of the end of the semester begins to elicit this strange combination of intense relief and complete horror. Also, I have two papers due Monday. I kind of started one of them, kind of. What the fuck is my problem.

"Well That Was Tedious."

There is one upside to this ridiculous apathy I've been experiencing lately. Things that would normally be completely fucking terrifying, like say doing a group presentation that I am woefully under-prepared for in front of a whole room full of people when one of my group members didn't even show up, now apparently just give me a nice little adrenalin rush.

Hero's Journey

In two different classes now, we have talked about the "hero's journey." We just started talking about it in my literature class, which makes sense, but a while back we also talked about it in my history of psychology class. Apparently there is this book by Joseph Campbell, which I'm thinking I should probably read, in which he compares the idea of the "hero's journey" (which is apparently a universal idea across pretty much every culture.) to everyday life. I don't know, maybe if I read it I'll have an easier time seeing everyday life as more than just a giant pile of pathetic, mundane shit. The problem is, I don't want to go on some metaphorical hero's journey, I want to go on a real one!

Personality Traits

In my Theories of Personality class recently, we were learning about personality traits. Apparently there are different levels of traits which have varying amounts of impact on our lives. Cardinal traits are by far the most powerful and affect almost every aspect of a person's life. My professor emphasized the fact that not everyone has these, and sort of implied that the people who do have them tend to not be the most well-adjusted people. Well, I would definitely say that I have one of these. I think my commitment to animal rights would definitely be considered a cardinal trait. It has a fairly drastic impact on every aspect of my life, even on things that seem entirely unrelated to it. From a psychological standpoint, it may very well be at least somewhat maladaptive. However, despite the many problems it causes me in my life, I'm glad I have it. I am pretty much unwaveringly critical of every detail of myself but my dedication to doing the right thing, no matter how much the majority of society may disagree with it, is something I'm actually proud of. As crazy as it sounds, I wouldn't trade my isolating and all-encompassing sense of morality for all the blissful ignorance in the world.

Also, what the fuck is up with Blogger's spell-checker? It keeps telling me that words I'm using aren't real words, which makes me wonder if I'm crazy and just think that they're real words. Stop lying to me Blogger! I looked them up.

Bad pun! 

What the Hell Happened to My Face?

Do you ever leave the house and think "Yeah, I look alright today." Then you get where you're going and catch your reflection in something and go "What the fuck?! How did I let myself go out in public looking like this?" This seems to be a constant problem for me. I don't know if the lighting in my house is very good or very bad, but I never look the same here as I do anywhere else. The lighting at school seems to be especially cruel though. I go into the bathroom and actually cringe when I look in the mirror.

So Many Useless Skills

I don't want to brag, but I have an abundance of very rare skills. When I say I don't want to brag I mean it; all of my skills are rare for a reason, they are entirely worthless. You know how much I like lists so here is a list of, some of, my useless skills.

1. I can kick above my head. Back in high school, this prompted a guy that I knew to try to kick as high as me, pull a muscle, fall down and call me a "stupid vegetarian bitch." To which I replied "HAHAHAHA."

2. I can fold a fitted sheet better than anyone I know. This may be a bit surprising to anyone who actually knows me at all. Surprise everyone, turns out I'm Martha fucking Stewart!

3. I can make really complicated beaded jewelry that everyone seems to think is fairly impressive but, when I tried selling it, no one wanted to buy.

4. I can eat, and enjoy, spicier food than any normal person should. I think I mentioned the pepper spray before. I also used to put extreme amounts of red pepper flakes on foods that should not have red pepper flakes on them when I was at lunch back in middle school, just to freak people out.

5. I can crack nearly every joint in my body. This one is pretty much just annoying for me, and creepy to everyone around me.

I think those are pretty much the most useless ones.