March 19, 2010
it feels like spring
So it's Friday, mid-March which is pretty sweet because
A) Fridays are the best days of the week
and
B) Tomorrow is the first day of spring
It's been feeling mighty Springy lately as well which is wonderful because I love when the weather fits the season. This is why I LOOOOVE big billowy white clouds and cold winds with some sun still in Autumn, rain and coooooold air in Winter, and hothotheat in Summer. Surprisingly, this weather has been quite conducive to getting my reading done; usually I can't focus if the sun is poking through my blinds. Maybe I've finally learned how to concentrate? Probably not. I still have lots and lots to read, but it's not too much to where I'm freaking out, curling up into the fetal position, and crying like I was the last two semesters. Here's the reason why: I'm taking 4 rather than 5 classes. It truly does make a difference.
Speaking of school, I decided not to go yesterday, mainly because I went to bed at three o'clock in the morning and didn't wake up until half an hour before my first class was to start. I technically could have gotten up, eaten breakfast, taken a shower, and been out the door in time for my second class but I thought, SCREW IT. I haven't cut class just for the sake of cutting class all semester, so I was overdue. Instead, I ate breakfast slowly, went back upstairs and laid on my bed with Sally for about twenty minutes, took a leisurely shower, went back downstairs, started reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid, ate lunch, kept reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid, got some real books together, went to campus, read for a couple minutes, spaced out while staring at the fountain, took a survey for a $5 Starbucks gift card, went to Target, went to Barnes and Noble, went to Pier 1, came back home, took a nap, read twenty pages in a dumb book, ate dinner, finished Diary of a Wimpy Kid, laid in bed while talking to Katy about Walt Whitman, went to sleep. All of those completely essential activities could not have taken place if I had decided to sit in two boring classes. I'm pretty sure it's obviously that I made the right decision.
Okay, so what else have I been up to? Wednesday was St. Patrick's Day which I love because I relate strongly with my Irish heritage. Gina = passionate, loud, strongly opinionated, Catholic. Irish = passionate, loud, strongly opinionated, Catholic, drunks. I'm working on that last part. I had to work during the day, but afterwards I went home and read A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man aloud in the most Irishy accent I could muster, then gave up and ate corned beef, cabbage, and mashed potatoes. Janine and I went out at night and after trying three waaaay too crowded locations, finally decided to have a green beer at Woodstocks, then headed over to Bennigans so I could get my 7 and 7. I also tried Guinness for the first time and while it initially doesn't taste bad, the aftertaste made me want to rip out my tongue. But then again, I'm not really much of a beer-drinker, so you can't really take my opinion as valid. It was nice talking with Jhaj, because I feel like I hardly ever see her any more. I miss having that terrible, mind-numbing History class with her because (though it brought me closer to suicide than anything I've ever experienced before) it allowed me to see her at least twice a week.
Huh, well I have some more stuff to say, but I have to take a shower and ready myself for work so this is either PART ONE of a longer entry, or what's more likely to happen is that I'll get too lazy to finish writing this at some later point in time and you'll never know the rest.
anyway, the end maybe.
A) Fridays are the best days of the week
and
B) Tomorrow is the first day of spring
It's been feeling mighty Springy lately as well which is wonderful because I love when the weather fits the season. This is why I LOOOOVE big billowy white clouds and cold winds with some sun still in Autumn, rain and coooooold air in Winter, and hothotheat in Summer. Surprisingly, this weather has been quite conducive to getting my reading done; usually I can't focus if the sun is poking through my blinds. Maybe I've finally learned how to concentrate? Probably not. I still have lots and lots to read, but it's not too much to where I'm freaking out, curling up into the fetal position, and crying like I was the last two semesters. Here's the reason why: I'm taking 4 rather than 5 classes. It truly does make a difference.
Speaking of school, I decided not to go yesterday, mainly because I went to bed at three o'clock in the morning and didn't wake up until half an hour before my first class was to start. I technically could have gotten up, eaten breakfast, taken a shower, and been out the door in time for my second class but I thought, SCREW IT. I haven't cut class just for the sake of cutting class all semester, so I was overdue. Instead, I ate breakfast slowly, went back upstairs and laid on my bed with Sally for about twenty minutes, took a leisurely shower, went back downstairs, started reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid, ate lunch, kept reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid, got some real books together, went to campus, read for a couple minutes, spaced out while staring at the fountain, took a survey for a $5 Starbucks gift card, went to Target, went to Barnes and Noble, went to Pier 1, came back home, took a nap, read twenty pages in a dumb book, ate dinner, finished Diary of a Wimpy Kid, laid in bed while talking to Katy about Walt Whitman, went to sleep. All of those completely essential activities could not have taken place if I had decided to sit in two boring classes. I'm pretty sure it's obviously that I made the right decision.
Okay, so what else have I been up to? Wednesday was St. Patrick's Day which I love because I relate strongly with my Irish heritage. Gina = passionate, loud, strongly opinionated, Catholic. Irish = passionate, loud, strongly opinionated, Catholic, drunks. I'm working on that last part. I had to work during the day, but afterwards I went home and read A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man aloud in the most Irishy accent I could muster, then gave up and ate corned beef, cabbage, and mashed potatoes. Janine and I went out at night and after trying three waaaay too crowded locations, finally decided to have a green beer at Woodstocks, then headed over to Bennigans so I could get my 7 and 7. I also tried Guinness for the first time and while it initially doesn't taste bad, the aftertaste made me want to rip out my tongue. But then again, I'm not really much of a beer-drinker, so you can't really take my opinion as valid. It was nice talking with Jhaj, because I feel like I hardly ever see her any more. I miss having that terrible, mind-numbing History class with her because (though it brought me closer to suicide than anything I've ever experienced before) it allowed me to see her at least twice a week.
Huh, well I have some more stuff to say, but I have to take a shower and ready myself for work so this is either PART ONE of a longer entry, or what's more likely to happen is that I'll get too lazy to finish writing this at some later point in time and you'll never know the rest.
anyway, the end maybe.
gina
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Annie Szafranski • March 20th 2010 • Reply
Now you and Brian can have a book club AND he can tell you about all the hot new children's books.
Oh and, "If I were a boy", I'd totally drink Guinness.