Ha, like my title? I do. Remember when we used to watch that religiously, Dad? Gosh, I love SNL. It's just not the same today without Chris Farley, Adam Sandler, etc. So good.
This post is just filled with random thoughts of silliness and seriousness. I am totally "school-sy" (antsy), "school-happy" (slap-happy), and suffering from "schoollessness" (restlessness). All because of school. I'm tempermental right now and I hate people. Well, not everyone, but I'm so used to spending at least 50% of my week alone that when I spend three solid days with no time to myself, I tend to want to live as a recluse for the whole damn month afterwards. I think that when I'm in a state heightened irritability or moodiness, I'm changing at a rapid pace. (Kel, contrary to what you may be thinking right now, I am not PMS-ing. Sorry to bust your theory to pieces. For all those who don't know what I'm talking about, I don't really believe in PMS.)
I have got SO MUCH TO DO right now, it's uncanny. But, as you can clearly see, I don't have my priorities straight at the moment, so I am cheating myself and posting on this time-sucker. Then, I'm walking home, going running (hopefully, a short but fast run), taking a shower, unpacking, and doing homework for the rest of the night (besides eating). I REALLY have to go to the grocery store, too, (not to mention my laundry is begging to get done) but there is just no time for that, so I am going to eat shitty (as I have been doing for the past few days, weeks, MONTHS...years?) unless a little fairy appears out of thin air and goes grocery shopping for me. (Which may just happen seeing as I will probably begin to hallucinate at any second now.)
Grey's Anatomy last night was a repeat! Sucky! I still watched it - sorry, Mom, I couldn't pass it up. (She advised me not to watch it and to do homework instead. Smart woman. But did I listen? No.)
I am at the library right now and this dude is talking on his phone SO LOUD. Shut the hell up. Seriously. I am TRYING to work. Cell phones irritate me. Hell, EVERYTHING irritates me today. I suck.
I got a job. Yep, that's right. Me. A job. Together. Forever. I am a "conversation partner" for this company from South Korea. The UW Business School hired me to spend four to five hours per week with a Korean businessman to practice his language skills and teach him about American culture. In exchange, I make $15 per hour. Sweet, huh? That basically pays my rent for the next few months. An extra $75 per week can really add up. (Plus, I am planning to go on food stamps because I am poor.) So, as my mom says, I'm an escort without the benefits. Thanks for really "beefing up" my job description, Mom.
Know what I was thinking yesterday? I was thinking to myself: What if there were no mirrors? Would people have better body esteem? Better self esteem? Would this differ between men and women? I think this may be my next research paper.
Speaking of research, why do they use this term as such? By definition, the word "RE-SEARCH" means exactly that re-looking for something. But when I research, I am usually doing it for the first time. I don't know, kind of a rhetorical question, if you will.
Colleen told me this weekend the newspaper said that, because of the excess of rain this year, Seattle should have enough water to last until 2060. Can you believe that? That's a hella lotta water for one city. No drought this year, apparently. (Of for the next 60.)
Know what else? It's interesting for me to think about when my bed becomes "my own bed" as in: "I just want to go home to sleep in my own bed!" When does this happen? When I take a trip? After six months of living somewhere? I found myself saying this after this weekend.
So...this weekend. It was good. I just hate when I have that feeling of guilt around classes and doing work instead of having a good time and enjoying myself. I don't think people REALLY understand what/how much I have to do, though I feel bad when I say this (I don't want to make people feel like what I have to do is more important that their own work), so I purposely try to minimize my workload...this is partially to make myself feel better because it makes ME really anxious to think about. Just to reconcile these unsettled feelings, I am going to tell you what I have to do: I have five classes total (four for one day per week, one for two days per week). I have anywhere from 50 to 100 pages to read per week for each class. Do the math and that's 250 to 500 pages per week of reading. Then, I have weekly assignments due for each class whether it be a weekly quiz, an exam, an eJournal/posting (almost like an online discussion or journal entry), or just a basic homework question to test what we've read for the week. Add that up and it makes five weekly "assignments." Then, I have at least one (if not more) project per class for the quarter. For my Research Methods class, I have to write a research paper, complete with false data and all (probably about 20 to 25 pages); for my Learning Development class, I have a research project, an observation project, and a final project to do; for my Group Interventions class, I (along with a partner) have to complete an assessment of a real student at a real school (which means taking the bus to an unknown place) that involves interviewing parents, teachers, and student plus observing the student at least four times; for my Autism class, I have to complete three separate research papers about different interventions for children with autism spectrum disorders; for my Multicultural class, I have to complete two site visits to places where I am recognizably the minority, I have to watch the movie Crash and write a paper on it. Phew. That is what I have to do all in a matter of ten weeks. (Yikes!) Sorry to Kelly and Christine who are probably freaking the hell out while reading this.
I am freaking out, too, which is why I have to go.
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