Consummated Randomness

A New Year...hopefully life gets a face lift

Much of the past week and a half or so has been a blur, for many reasons. One being that I wasn't in the best of moods (when I was sober, I walked around aimlessly, not really paying attention to my surroundings which is completely unlike me,) and other reasons would include the likes of mind-altering substances known to many as alcohol and marijuana. READ: I did not use these substances as painkillers. All in all though, the time was relaxing and I had the time to enjoy some personal reading (hard to do while keeping up with schoolwork and wage-slave work.) For those few of you who have yet to read The Da Vinci Code I highly recommend doing so, and doing so soon.

Anyways...the beginning of this week hurled reality right through my front door in the form of a credit card bill. I apparently spent too much money in December because I'm now officially broke. At least, that is, until the 'rents bestow upon me the Spring semester money. Alas, reality is a shape shifter because right after it struck me in that form, it morhped and struck me with a 7am alarm clock beep reminding me that today is the first day of classes and I foolishly signed up for an 830 class (which I then decided would be a waste of time to attend today because teachers for intro courses hardly cover anything important on the first day of class, and I can always claim that I just added it before the thursday meet.) But after sleeping through the first class, I thought it would be wise to rise and attend my remaining three classes for the day. So I did, and the first one was boring as hell and got out early which left me with practically three hours before my next class and no book to read because I forgot it at home. However, clever as I am, I picked up the daily Alligator (local college newspaper) and a copy of USAToday and read them both beginning to end. After that enlighteningly fun trip into the 'Real World,' I crash landed right back in ideological funland of few responsibilities known to many of us as college and found myself burning up. (I mean come on...75 fucking degrees on January 4th? who'da thunk that?) Since the shade I had meticulously picked out decided to abandon me, I felt it would be a good time to go add to horrible holiday eating reminder of a gut and grab some Chipotle. Then I wandered on over to the bookstores along University and was stricken with a sudden horror that this was not going to be a cheap book semester for me (two texts are brand new 1st editions...no cheap prior editions available, yuck.) I've already spent 66.7% of my scholarship money on books for three classes and the last two are not going to be any cheaper. Looks like I'll be coughing up some wage-slave earned cash for some of my books. Sad, sad. Good news is: I think this semester is beating out last semester as far as classes that I enjoy go. Last semester had all of two appealing courses; this semester is setting itself up for at least three, maybe four...definitely not five though because my International Relations teacher is borrrrrrring and foreign (again...who'da thunk? lol.) But the women's studies course (Masculinity in Suburbia) although it will be a lot of reading and writing, should be extremely engaging and informative. As should Political Ideologies (presided over by the Devil's Advocate himself) which will also be lots of challenging work and a ton of reading, but hey...we get to argue and discuss everything in class and already there are some belligerent right-wingers showing their ugly heads...(j/k...I enjoy a good conversation with people of different ideas and beliefs than myself.)

So raise your glasses (reading and drinking) because here's a toast...

You ready? Okay here goes....

To a great semester of self-indulgence and self-righteousness and self-discovery and self-introspection...may the schoolwork be time consuming and interesting while the wage-slave work flows by without many memories (just keep sending the paychecks). In those lonely times, may we remember that happiness comes first with the self and that six months is a long time but if things are meant to be, they will (?...cliche for sure). Just remember to follow your heart and intuitions...and may we remember also that it is healthy to pamper ourselves every once in a while. To a fabulous semester....Let's get straight A's. Cheers.

posted by RPF @ 8:01 PM