It’s hard to think of anything substantial to write in this blog that doesn’t focus on food or music. I know that I’m in school for many hours a day so I’ll try to talk about that.
School. It’s almost over, meaning I’m almost halfway through college life. Sweet. Like high school, college isn’t turning out how I thought it would. Then again, as for high school I figured college would be scary and I’d fail because I wouldn’t be able to keep up. In reality, school is kind of boring and I’m not sure why I haven’t failed yet. I’m extremely un-intellectual (or in a more simple, un-intellectual term, a moron) and the reason I don’t speak much in class is because I honestly have nothing to say. Some of my teachers think I’m hiding something beneath my tight-lipped veneer but honestly, I’m not. All moron! Right here! [points to…foot]
I guess I can fake it well. While at a concert yesterday attempting to use the “intermission” time to my benefit, I tried to read some of Utopia, an assignment for class. My friend said I looked like I was actually concentrated on my reading when in reality I was probably squinting at the dimly lit miniscule print in a perplexed manner, similar to how a dog stares at its owner when it’s hungry; “Damn, where’s my tiny can of meaty paste?” My brain is the meaty paste and I don’t know where it is.
Haha. I don’t know what I’m talking about.
On Thursday I get to register for next semester’s classes. I’m taking ALL FOOD RELATED CLASSES. It’s slightly scary as I have that, you know, food issue thing. The thing that drives me crazy every so often. I will happily report that food has not altered my psychological state to the point that I want to kick bunnies and kill things and be destructive for some reason. I’ve actually been eating too much and for some reason can still into my fat-gauging pants. It’s amazing. I’ll attribute it to my 5+ miles of walking a day, further attributed to the nice idyllic blue-sky no-cloud weather.
Ah, I do have non food related things to talk about! Kind of. Last Friday I visited Vassar for the annual Sakura Matsuri and to see old friends that I haven’t seen since last year. It was bizarre being on a regular college campus as I’ve come to the conclusion that I’d be driven to insanity, similar to someone put in a mental institution. It’s just so closed in. And you’re surrounded by…college students. Yes, gasp, who’da thunk it? It’s not a bad school by any means, but just not for me. Because I’d go insane only having access to school food and being surrounded by barefooted, Frisbee-playing, pot-smoking Vassarites.
HA HA. They’re not all like that. Only the ones who hang out in the quad. And it’s only a percentage (less than 100%) of those.
So, Vassar, it was nice knowing you. A lot of cool people go to Vassar, or perhaps they’re crazy for actually wanting to see me. I have simple pleasures but most of them can’t be fulfilled in Vassar, such as concerts and fooding. Okay, maybe I’m not that simple.
One of my friends went to Japan (well, a few people actually) and it sounded amazing. I’d love to go back. Someday. After I make a buttload of money doing something that I don’t know yet. Hey, I made about $13 today selling a poofy; I’m so on my way!
Yay for Vassar friends. :)
I’m still waiting to have a burst of “doing-something-cool-ness” but it hasn’t hit me yet. Dammit. I don’t have many aspirations in life besides not being homeless and eating bread without turning into Jabba the Hutt. And becoming a competent drummer and drawing comics and all that fun stuff. That’s my life.