How It Goes

Most of the time I feel like a 4-year old kid who shouldn't be allowed to handle their own life plus more responsibilities, but I always feel strangely grown-up whenever I cut my own bangs.(Only the bangs because they get in my eyes and it's really annoying. If I tried to do the rest of my hair it would end in disaster.) It's kind of like, 'Wow, I did that, and it didn't look shitty! I must be a real person or something!' But yeah, I just thought I'd share my ever-important thoughts with y'alls. Bye for now! TheFabKid

What I really love about music is that once you have headphones on, you're in a world completely your own, immersed completely into whatever you're hearing. It different than listening to music just out there in the open, or a at a party. It's personal and lovely. My own landscape shaped by lyrics that sometimes mean so much more than just what they're saying.

Pues, I was looking through some stuff and I managed to find all of the senior pictures that other people gave to me (Seniors practically treat them like trading cards in high school). And all of them were lovely, as most messages are on the back of senior pics, but I came across this gem from a guy that I kind of knew/was friends with in just my senior year, and I must say, I'm pretty sure it's a gem. "Mackenzie, I only knew you this year during AP English 'cause we were table partners. I am glad I got to look at your amazing drawings on your hand. (And here's where the true gem is) Also listening to your brief captions on the book I didn't read. Thank you. Good luck at college." Maybe it's not as funny as it normally would be due to the amount of caffeine that I've had and what time it is in the morning, but I think it's pretty hilarious (especially since I forgot about all of this until I read the notes). Bye! TheFabKid

Today I decided to go back and re-read my whole blog, end to beginning (A newer form of procrastination for me, but a good one nonetheless), and it was  weird. Nor bed-weird, but just super duper strange, to see almost everything that I've been thinking over the past year, to go back and look at the roller-coaster of how my life went, even just in the past few months since I've gotten back to college. Like, things that I forgot about for whatever reason, and seeing how incredible(ly easy) everything was for me last year.  Like, I don't know if I posted about it, but something I did post reminded me of it-the fact that last year during finals for the first semester I just really wanted some dried seaweed. It was something that one of my friends had shown me over the summer that I really liked, and that at around 4:00 am as I was making one of my portfolios, I really, really  wanted some. So I found the closest place that was open that had some, and drove like 10 minutes a...

So, I work the info desk in my housing structure, which means that I give people their prints, packages, rent out equipment to people, ect. ect. Generally it's really boring, and I get paid to do my homework and watch Netflix every week, easy stuff. But you know what makes it nice? When people strike up conversations with you while you're doing this stuff for them. Like, the printer? It takes a while to spit out a big print (and just prints in general) and generally I just don't talk to the people when they do this, but I've had this guy who usually comes by on my Sunday shift for prints and he usually talks to me while I'm doing this and it's just a nice experience (and a great reprieve from people who don't seem to understand [no matter how many times we tell them] that if you don't have a package slip then you can't get your flipping package-no matter if you got an email about it or whine enough, I can't do that for you!). TheFabKid

You all need to go watch the Inspector Lewis series on Masterpiece Mystery right now. It's kind of amazing and I love the show lots and lots and the new season aired last week, but I missed it on TV, and now it's online and I love it to death. They're so great

There's something that kind of sucks about reading a wonderful, amazing, down-to-earth, well-written book. Not the book itself, obviously, but it just kind of ruins most books for you afterward. Nothing is ever quite up to snuff with what you've read, but you read it anyway, even though it's a little sad. And that is my current experience and it sucks. I love books too much.

There's something I want to talk about, a topic I want to throw out there. It's about me, and my current person status, and I'm afraid to publicly talk about it because maybe I'm over-analyzing the situation. I could be completely off the spectrum about what happening, but I want to talk about it anyway. I'm afraid that I might be Depressed, as in the actual, clinical meaning of the word, the kind that deserves a capital D. In a million years I would never have guessed that it would be me saying that because I am happy a lot, and sad sometimes, but that's just normal for any person. But I was curious, and I looked it up online (Stupid I know. Of medical diagnoses found online I am very skeptical. I know that information can be interpreted in a number of ways, and that even though you think you know the meaning of what you're reading, it doesn't mean that you actually do). And the signs and symptoms they mentioned in a couple different articles fit me to...

This is a great week for all folks, because it's my birthday week!!!! Yay me (Because I love myself, so of course yay me)! And because it is my birthday week in my birthday month with my birthday day coming up, nothing can go wrong this week, nothing at all. I could be jinxing myself by saying that, but I seriously don't think so. (And why? Because it's my birthday week!) (Although I'll still be a baby in comparison to everyone else I know. One of my good friends is turning old the day after me, so I don't think I'm the one actually getting older, everyone else just is.) TheFabKid

I have a lot of appreciation for coffee.  -TheFabKid

I just watched this video, but I think more people need to see this. Try it! Click on the link below! WATCH ME! TheFabKid

There is something incredibly disheartening about drawing the same thing a second time, especially when the reason your first drawing is gone was partly because of your impatience, but also because of you fugging computer. And then your professor is a complete bitch about it. And then after class you call your mother and end up crying (when that's really what you wanted to do in class when you weren't getting indignantly angry for the whole situation). So yeah. But that aside, I'm honestly glad that I read that book last night to procrastinate. There's a character in the book that I just really identify with after today. Basically all of the soul-crushing that school is currently causing me is something that she struggles with the course of the whole story, and it's just nice to be able to identify with someone. I feel like there's just so much going on right now, and I'm over-extending myself, and I know it, but that I just can't stop it. But I...