I got so much crap at the activities carnival. Cups, crappy sun glasses, overly specific note pads, Ramen... And now I'm going to be on every list serve. It's going to be a rough few weeks.
I also got accepted as a mentor for the women in engineering program. I felt that it would help me to get out more if someone was depending on me. And I need socialization forced on me. It should be fun.
First football game is tomorrow. It's going to be a long day. New stadium opening, good opponent, Friday.. it is going to be the longest game of the year I think.
Laugh more. I got a button at the carnival that says laugh more. It's a good motto.
I practiced pipes this morning. It was good to be out playing, even though it was hotter the Hell outside. I don't think I'll have the option tomorrow with all that's going on. I walked through the part time job fair to the chagrin of my stadium supervisor and a wedding service asked if I had any cards. I do, but naturally I didn't have any with me at the time. Just my luck. So, I'm going to drop some off at their office. That's www.completewedokansas.com if you were curious. I've been trying to get into the weddings racket for a while now and it feels good to be slowly slipping my foot into the door.
Fist-pump!
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Routine
I worked out this morning with my new workout buddy. It's nice of her to wake up at 5am to humor my need to feel "active". It's not like I'm not going to come home and made a huge greasy omelet and drink a sugary soda immediately after. This is why I don't become critical when I look in the mirror and tell myself, "You're fat." I know how I got here and I accept it. Anymore I'm just trying to maintain, not lose. But it really doesn't matter.
Next week the sun rise yoga class starts. It's going to be sweet. My work out buddy as already agreed to go with me. I'm going to see how many more I can scam into coming. That way it will be elbow to elbow in that tiny tiny work out room. But it does have floor to ceiling windows on the two east facing walls so we will actually be able to see the sun rising, which will be sweet.
I got to go to work orientation, finally. I've only been working at the stadium for the last three seasons. They resurfaced our lot and painted new lines, it looks great. I suppose since they tore a huge hole through it in the middle of last season they felt obligated. I think it's going to be a good year for football. The starting line up may have changed, but everyone is so incredibly pumped about the new stadium and the changed on campus that it doesn't really matter. My position patrolling the East-West corridor has become obsolete, so I'm a little concerned about where I'm going to be this year. I kind of want a stationary position. It may be boring, but there is less face time with it. I don't really like face time.
I have already been assigned legitimate homework, out of a book I do not yet have. I'm not too stressed, yet, though. Calm. Breath. It will be fine. All will be well.
Had more thoughts on some of my story characters. I've been thinking a lot about Star Trek. That is one where I have an interposed character. She lives indefinitely, like the guy from the original show that was Da Vinci and was trying to create a robot wife that would never die. Except except my character is a member of Star Fleet. She's an interesting character, but I really can't do anything with her without flirting the line of copy right, which I don't care to do. So she gets to be my own private plaything.
Back into the cogs of society.
Next week the sun rise yoga class starts. It's going to be sweet. My work out buddy as already agreed to go with me. I'm going to see how many more I can scam into coming. That way it will be elbow to elbow in that tiny tiny work out room. But it does have floor to ceiling windows on the two east facing walls so we will actually be able to see the sun rising, which will be sweet.
I got to go to work orientation, finally. I've only been working at the stadium for the last three seasons. They resurfaced our lot and painted new lines, it looks great. I suppose since they tore a huge hole through it in the middle of last season they felt obligated. I think it's going to be a good year for football. The starting line up may have changed, but everyone is so incredibly pumped about the new stadium and the changed on campus that it doesn't really matter. My position patrolling the East-West corridor has become obsolete, so I'm a little concerned about where I'm going to be this year. I kind of want a stationary position. It may be boring, but there is less face time with it. I don't really like face time.
I have already been assigned legitimate homework, out of a book I do not yet have. I'm not too stressed, yet, though. Calm. Breath. It will be fine. All will be well.
Had more thoughts on some of my story characters. I've been thinking a lot about Star Trek. That is one where I have an interposed character. She lives indefinitely, like the guy from the original show that was Da Vinci and was trying to create a robot wife that would never die. Except except my character is a member of Star Fleet. She's an interesting character, but I really can't do anything with her without flirting the line of copy right, which I don't care to do. So she gets to be my own private plaything.
Back into the cogs of society.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Back in the Saddle
Day two of classes over and I decided this was a good time to take some me time. I have several blogs at this point, but none of them were about me. Not that I'm very interesting, quite the contrary really, but one can only play at being someone else for so long before they disappear entirely. So, here's me...
umm...
hmmm.....
I had acoustics today. I like the idea of sound. I feel that it is important to proper design, probably since I'm genetically and environmentally destined to be deaf. I think when you're are seriously see you're future being filled with utter silence you think more about the effects of the sounds around you. I think it should be an interesting class. Very important.
Even as I'm typing this I'm listening to music. Currently it is Joe Bonamassa singing The Ballad of John Henry. I heard it on the radio a few weeks ago and so I purchased it. It made me think of one of the characters from one of my stories. I finally had a solid picture of him in my head and that helped out my writing a lot. There are so many spots in that piece that are squishy and unformed at this point. I just can't seem to get back in to the swing of it, and it's only going to get harder now that school has started.
That's what I hate about this whole school thing. It keeps getting in the way of all the stuff I want to do. Like writing, and knitting, and watching movies, or just... you know... nothing. Being a bum just doesn't pay though. I unfortunately have too much potential to be a writer. And I don't think I could handle the suffering involved with being a successful author. I haven't been on the edge of financial collapse so I have no merit as a female writer, though there is still time. I could totally wash-out as an engineer.
That's not really an option at this point. I'm too deep in it now to do the switch majors three times thing that's suppose to be the statistical average. I don't really want to anyway. I think this semester will be better. This semester has to be better, I really don't have a choice. I have to stop being a bum and grow up.
Damn.
umm...
hmmm.....
I had acoustics today. I like the idea of sound. I feel that it is important to proper design, probably since I'm genetically and environmentally destined to be deaf. I think when you're are seriously see you're future being filled with utter silence you think more about the effects of the sounds around you. I think it should be an interesting class. Very important.
Even as I'm typing this I'm listening to music. Currently it is Joe Bonamassa singing The Ballad of John Henry. I heard it on the radio a few weeks ago and so I purchased it. It made me think of one of the characters from one of my stories. I finally had a solid picture of him in my head and that helped out my writing a lot. There are so many spots in that piece that are squishy and unformed at this point. I just can't seem to get back in to the swing of it, and it's only going to get harder now that school has started.
That's what I hate about this whole school thing. It keeps getting in the way of all the stuff I want to do. Like writing, and knitting, and watching movies, or just... you know... nothing. Being a bum just doesn't pay though. I unfortunately have too much potential to be a writer. And I don't think I could handle the suffering involved with being a successful author. I haven't been on the edge of financial collapse so I have no merit as a female writer, though there is still time. I could totally wash-out as an engineer.
That's not really an option at this point. I'm too deep in it now to do the switch majors three times thing that's suppose to be the statistical average. I don't really want to anyway. I think this semester will be better. This semester has to be better, I really don't have a choice. I have to stop being a bum and grow up.
Damn.
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