Finally! It's here! I can breathe again, sleep again, play again! I want to shout as loud as I want and not have to worry about getting a pink slip. I want to sleep in 'till noon because I feel like it. I want to wake up and feel the rush of carefree breathing, of thinking.
Nevermind the fact that I still have a 500-word essay to write along with a biology extended assignment. I have two weeks to do them.
Because I'm free! The joy of the holidays - no, of Christmas - have let me frolic in my late morning dreams, beat up rabbbids on the Wii until I drop, and text until my fingers fall off!
Wahoo!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Life in General
Wow. School sucks. So does homework. So does being fat. So does working.
Wow. Life sucks.
I shouldn't say that. What I should say is that the menial, monotonous things in life suck. School is a big one. So is a less-than-fantastic job. These things add stress and weight to one's emotional load.
But what about the unusual things? Moving is unusual. So is being stuck in the same building and not being able to leave for 15-16 hours. So is getting a jury summons. So are family reunions. So is embarassing yourself.
Oh, wait. Those still suck.
I guess all we have to look forward to in life is federal holidays.
Wow. Life sucks.
I shouldn't say that. What I should say is that the menial, monotonous things in life suck. School is a big one. So is a less-than-fantastic job. These things add stress and weight to one's emotional load.
But what about the unusual things? Moving is unusual. So is being stuck in the same building and not being able to leave for 15-16 hours. So is getting a jury summons. So are family reunions. So is embarassing yourself.
Oh, wait. Those still suck.
I guess all we have to look forward to in life is federal holidays.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
'Tis the Season
Well, Thanksgiving's come and gone, and already we have our house fully decked-out Christmas-style. I guess I'm still in that transition phase, the one where you've already had your tryptophan nap, but you still aren't singing any Christmas songs. I suppose it's still taking a while for the Christmas spirit to spread, but in the meantime, I'm still thinking about what I'm thankful for. Food, shelter, family, my PSP - you know, the essentials. But in all actuality, I think it's no mistake that we first look at and appreciate what we have before we start drooling over what we don't. Thanksgiving, to me, is a reminder that I need to see what I have, and how I'm lucky to have it. That way, when I'm still transitioning, I don't show complete disregard for the family and friends I already have in the pursuit of the toys and clothes that I don't.
So, when you do start forming your Christmas list, just remember that if by chance you don't get your top-of-the-list item, money can't buy the people you love, and deep down, cherish the most.
So, when you do start forming your Christmas list, just remember that if by chance you don't get your top-of-the-list item, money can't buy the people you love, and deep down, cherish the most.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Recent Success
On the 16th & 17th of this month, there was a small speech and debate tournament at a high school. I got a superior award in extemp, and I lost two rounds of debate and won four. The superior award was taken by only one other person in the junior extemp division, so that was pretty cool. I had taken three, count them, three practices in extemp before the tourney, and I think I drove my coach insane with all the complaining and whining, and being too hard on myself. Heh. I guess putting myself and my coach through that ordeal paid off. However, I think there was another giant contributor to my recent success. At the beginning of the tournament, I drew a profile of a person exhaling air on my hand. Every time I looked at it, I took a relaxing breath, and it helped my nerves. I guess it's the little things that make the difference, eh?
Monday, November 12, 2007
Post #20
Debate. I'm on the high school debate team. I do Lincoln Douglas debate, which is different for parliament or policy debate. But it's debate.
I have yet to have outside benefits from debate, but I hear they are many and not far away. I'm not that good at it, in my personal opinion. Apparently I rock, though.
I'm also doing Extemporaneous speech, which is where you're given a current events topic, any resources you bring in, and one half hour to prepare a seven-minute speech on that topic. It's not fun. I don't like doing it, but I've learned a lot from it, like how to appear knowledgable, confident, and experienced without knowing beans about the topic. It's benefitted me outside speech.
How ironic. The activity I most hate to do has benefitted me more than the one I like doing. It's not fair, I tell you.
I like a couple of my team mates, one that's in the novice division like myself, and one in the senior division, who rocks at debate. I find strength in them when there's none to be found in myself. It's one of the major reasons I like speech and debate, and stayed in it -- not that I've contemplated quitting....more than two or three times.
I guess it goes to show that even in one of the most cut-throat environments you can find friends. That's the moral of the story, just so you know.
I have yet to have outside benefits from debate, but I hear they are many and not far away. I'm not that good at it, in my personal opinion. Apparently I rock, though.
I'm also doing Extemporaneous speech, which is where you're given a current events topic, any resources you bring in, and one half hour to prepare a seven-minute speech on that topic. It's not fun. I don't like doing it, but I've learned a lot from it, like how to appear knowledgable, confident, and experienced without knowing beans about the topic. It's benefitted me outside speech.
How ironic. The activity I most hate to do has benefitted me more than the one I like doing. It's not fair, I tell you.
I like a couple of my team mates, one that's in the novice division like myself, and one in the senior division, who rocks at debate. I find strength in them when there's none to be found in myself. It's one of the major reasons I like speech and debate, and stayed in it -- not that I've contemplated quitting....more than two or three times.
I guess it goes to show that even in one of the most cut-throat environments you can find friends. That's the moral of the story, just so you know.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
My Clean Job
I totally quit that h***-hole job. I now work at my dad's. He's a financial lawyer, so that means I'm in an office, which is the total opposite of my old job, and that makes me very happy. I honestly can't describe my joy. Now, I get paid $10 an hour, whereas I used to get paid $5 an hour. Again with the joy.
It just goes to show that good things can happen to you.
It just goes to show that good things can happen to you.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
My "Dirty Job"
I think you have all heard of the Discovery Channel show, "Dirty Jobs," with Mike Rowe as host. Well, I have my own dirty job that I think he should come and check out. Every Saturday, I work as a quail-and-horse farm hand. Now, at first glance that may not sound very dirty, but trust me. It is. My personal agenda consists of this:
1) Clean Razor the snake's cage - try not to get pooped on.
2) Do dog poop patrol (crap cleanup in yard), but first dump out acrid water from bucket you'll be using. Oh, and dump out the 15-odd pounds of dog crap in the blackberry bushes on the side of the yard when done.
3) Feed and water horses, try not to get bitten, kicked, etc.
4) Clean out trays of baby quail crap - try not to inhale stench of quail poop and urine mix
5) Feed and water babies, re-mix any empty cartons of bird water
6) Do any special job the boss wants done (i.e. quail-fetching, baby transferring, etc.)
7) If above jobs do not take up the entire three hours, spend rest cleaning up horse crap in....the field. This includes wading out into a field full of a 4-inch deep mix of horse poop, urine, and mud (try not to let yellow liquid leak into shoes), then shovel poop into the wheelbarrow. When the barrow is full, climb up hill to 2-foot high pile of horse crap and dump contents of the barrow. Repeat until noon.
1) Clean Razor the snake's cage - try not to get pooped on.
2) Do dog poop patrol (crap cleanup in yard), but first dump out acrid water from bucket you'll be using. Oh, and dump out the 15-odd pounds of dog crap in the blackberry bushes on the side of the yard when done.
3) Feed and water horses, try not to get bitten, kicked, etc.
4) Clean out trays of baby quail crap - try not to inhale stench of quail poop and urine mix
5) Feed and water babies, re-mix any empty cartons of bird water
6) Do any special job the boss wants done (i.e. quail-fetching, baby transferring, etc.)
7) If above jobs do not take up the entire three hours, spend rest cleaning up horse crap in....the field. This includes wading out into a field full of a 4-inch deep mix of horse poop, urine, and mud (try not to let yellow liquid leak into shoes), then shovel poop into the wheelbarrow. When the barrow is full, climb up hill to 2-foot high pile of horse crap and dump contents of the barrow. Repeat until noon.
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