How It Goes

Guys, I just read a whole book instead of doing my homework. A WHOLE BOOK!! That is seriously a new level of procrastination for me. TheFabKid

I think I've talked repeatedly about the bad choices that I make in life here, so I'm going to talk about my current predicament now. SO, I'm an archi major, and we have to build models. I hate building models. Loathe it really. I just can't deal with all of the painstaking details that you have to make. I'm not very good at that-I prefer hand-drawing to anything else, especially model building. So I've been really procrastinating all of the studio work that I have to do because it's all models and computer work. Literally all of it! But I have a crap-ton of it due on Monday, so I've spent my Saturday night (and Sunday morning) building models for a class. Yay me! And the coup d'etat is that I'm working a Comerica game tomorrow! Working a game is where my sorority goes and work the concessions at a Tigers game and earn money for ourselves for sorority stuff. We're at the stadium from about 9-5 and on our feet all day .  I couldn't fee...

Harry Potter marathons with besties.

I just wanted to give a shoutout to all of my supermegafoxyawesomehot friends out there! You know who you are.

I am officially appointing myself as super-stalker extraordinaire from this point onward.

A bag of gummy bears that never ends...

NAPS

I've got a Chipolte date tomorrow!!!! Not with a boy, that's overrated, but with a friend! I've never been to Chipolte, so I'm pretty darn excited.

Going to sleep in a nicely made bed (not made as in craftsmanship, but as in the covers are all neat and folded and shtuff).

I just had such an amazing weekend, and it's not even over yet! This weekend I had the chance to go see Oprah and several other speakers at The Palace of Auburn Hills, and all for free. Someone had donated tickets in their suite at The Palace to the organization that I was apart of at home, Guardian Gals Inc, which is all about volunteering and knowing your community, and empowering yourself and everything wonderful like that. And we got free tickets to go! So I decided, on a whim, to not care of the implications of what I might miss, or time on homework lost and go to the event. This ended up making me feel so much better for going. You see, this happened to come at just the right point. As you may or amy not know from previous blog entries, my week wasn't super stellar, especially the two days before the event. But then I went into this workshop and it was everything I needed. What all of these amazing people were saying seemed to be connecting directly to what...

This was not a good week for me. As a result, I have eaten my feelings a LOT this week. You see, this was apparently the week when EVERY SINGLE THING THAT I'VE EVER BEEN INVOLVED WITH EVER decided that they need to do something. Recruitment started this week for the sorority, so that's a full-time everyday thing that I've only had the time to go to TWICE this week. That isn't acceptable, in my eyes and probably those of my sisters, which is completely understandable. I feel so bad about that, but hopefully next week I should be going to more events and spending more time at the booth. But the reason for that? My studio classes both decided to puke work onto me to the point that I'm basically swimming in it. I have been doing so much homework and actual work this week, it's fucking ridiculous. I don't think I've ever had this much work this early in, and I'm honestly very upset about it. They expect perfection on every little detail of every projec...

Let me just take a rage-filled moment to say: calling someone's project 'shit' will not make them a better student. Calling them and a few others out as examples of how your class as a whole sucks with the work that it's produced will not make them a good student. It will fill them with rage so strong that they want to punch you in the face. It will piss them off and make them intensely dislike you as a teacher. Doing either of those things is not a good teaching strategy and will not produce wonderful,beautiful things, so why in the seven fucking hells would you do it?!?!??!?!? So basically you could say that I didn't have a very good day in the lab portion of my architecture studio class today. In fact, today marks the first day ever in college that I've basically cried in class (I pretty much ran straight to the bathroom as soon as my stupid-ass teacher stopped talking so that no one would know). And I'm not searching for pity with that statement, it...

I think my camp homesickness is just now hitting me. But I also think it's more than that. I'm not really into anything right now. I feel kind of empty, both both not wanting to do anything and wanting to do everything right now, a walking contradiction. Bottom line, I feel like a mess. I don't really know what to do with my life, and I feel like I've lost most of my control over my life. Not in the sense that someone else is holding the reins, but more like I have so much going on now that I don't know where to start in getting it all done like I should. One little slip and all of the strings holding me together will be scattered to the winds. So yeah. TheFabKid

I'm writing only because I can't sleep. It's 5am and yesterday I got about 3 hours of sleep, but I still can't sleep. And it pisses me off because I actually really want to sleep, but my body just won't listen to me. My sleep schedule is so fucked up that I'm just basically screwed over for the school year. I was talking to K today about my problem and she basically said, 'I legitimately can't fall asleep and I still get more sleep than you do.' It's true and it sucks. So yeah. That's my life. I'm expecting to just turn into a zombie before too long, or just go insane due to the amount of sleep I'm getting (or rather, not getting). Much Love, TheFabKid

I have to do reading for one of my architecture studios, no big deal. I don't mind reading at all really. But then I came across this reading. It is so darn-tootin-flipping infuriating I could punch a bitch*!!! And not only do I have to read it, I have to write a synopsis and a response AND come up with two 'carefully-crafted' questions. It's going to take all I've got to not give the most sarcastic and bitchy answers that I know I could.  That is all. Enough of my bitching about homework section,  I have to get back to the most horrible thing I've ever read on the history of the planet. Toodaloo! TheFabulouslyIrritatedKid *When I say 'punch a bitch' I'm never referring to anyone in particular. It's just the term that I use to describe my irritation (I've also never punched anyone in my life [but I have thought about it with a few people]).

So, there's this really cool song that I'm currently obsessing over. It's actually kind of fueling my missing camp because that's where I first learned the song. My co-counselor from the Dunes trip would sing it, and I think it was used by a couple people for their ditties. Anyway, I think it's just so lovely of a song. I love the way it's sang and the instruments and everything about it basically. I think more people should know about this song. Riptide-Vance Joy But wait, there's more! (I feel like an infomercial). For a flip side to the somewhat sad tone that I just set, I offer up this song! You've probably all heard it by now (this is pretty popular), but I just love it so much! "But I'm here to tell you that every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top" "Yeah my mama she told me don't worry about your size. She says that boys like a little more booty to hold at night" I mean, those lyrics! There's...