Kiro Sevin Shark

Asexuality

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 19:13:19 -0400

For me, is this:

Date either, sex neither.

:D I love it when stuff like this suddenly pops into my head.

fishingboatproceeds: Today’s new video asks the question: Why...

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 13:24:20 -0400

fishingboatproceeds:

Today’s new video asks the question: Why are you on tumblr right now? Distraction or engagement?

…………
So I should stop making bracelets and start doing my homework?
Sigh…..fine….

College: Week 4, Pt. 1

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 12:26:53 -0400

Makin’ bracelets. Listenin’ to Crash Kings.

Homework? What’s that?

Okay, serious business time. I’m so far behind on my Literature reading assignments, it’s ridiculous. There are actually more, or rather more enjoyable, distractions here in the dorm room than in my entire house back home. I keep playing video games and/or weaving (more like knotting) these bracelets and it’s hurting my homework productivity. It’s time to set up a reward system for myself. What am I? A dog? Sometimes I feel like it.

The bracelets are pretty though…

Yes, that is doubled around my wrist. Yes, it took forever to make because it has 12 strings. I’m planning on making a 40 string cuff next time. …Semester long project? Yes.

This could actually be a good small business venture. Maybe charge a $1 a bracelet, $2 for complex weaves, and $3 for bracelets made of more than 5 strings.
$_$ this could work…

—-

There was a club fair last week on Wednesday. I was extremely excited about this since the English club and the Rock Climbing club were both going to be present, which meant I could sign up for them finally. Even though I was pretty much already a part of the climbing club because I ran in with arms flailing, bight eyed and bushy-tailed, it felt more official thanks to the fair.
Itty bitty problem. There were over 100 clubs there that day. It’s basically my freshman year here, so I should overwhelm myself, but I ended up joining 7 clubs anyway. English, Poetry, Climbing, GSA, Newspaper, Quiddich, and Hip Hop.
Oh mai.

Yes, there’s a Quiddich club here. And it’s awesome. Nerdfighter awesome. I cannot describe the amount of awesome, because it exceeds the comprehensible amount. I’m so psyched for this. I’ll write again once we’ve had our first game. :D

Hip Hop is pretty awesome too. I’m always reading to dance. Especially choreographed dance. It’s like artistic teamwork, and it just makes me feel so freaking cool. I heard we are going to be performing. And we get to make teams and make up our own dances. Maybe I’ll get a video of it…

GSA ended up being right over a class of mine, so I couldn’t actually go to that, but I’m hoping to be a part of whatever it is they are doing. I like gay people. They’re usually really cool and chill. There’s a lot of lesbians at this school, so I’m also hoping to get some perspective on what they feel. I hear about the gay guys all the time and the shit they have to live through because of social ignorance, but I hear almost nothing on the girls. Gender expectancies are to blame for this. T_T

I wish I had surrounded myself with the kind of people that are in the English club back when I was in high school. They are my kind of people. They read booksall the time. Then they pick them apart. They reread them. They talk about them. They care about them. They love them. We can submit our own stuff anonymously or say who we are. People will critique it, and give you their thoughts. They are respectful, and funny. They are Nerdfighters (though most don’t know they are haha).

Poetry was hysterical. Seriously. I’m not one to pay attention to the color of peoples skin, but when you suddenly realize that you are only one of the 5 white persons in a room of 20 other darker persons, it gets kind of noticeable. No, I’m not used to being the minority, so yes, it was very funny. When a couple of people stood up and presented their freestyle poetry, which sounded like a rap song, I also realized that I might have a problem here. My poetry sounds like this:

FLOWERS, SUNSHINE, BUTTERFLIES AND LADYBUGS, AND SPRING TIME AND HAPPINESS AND SMILES AND BABIES AND PUPPIES AND BALLOONS AND SUGAR AN-

and you get the picture.
Their freestyle (rap) poems sound like this:

i watched my brother get shot and i lived through the slums dodging crack dealers and prostitutes and i learned the pains of evil and sickness and that made me stronger but i’m still suffering an-

and so on and so forth.
You should have seen my face. My eyes were wide in a “Holy heavens.” expression. Do you see the problem? Exactly how am I supposed to stand up and talk about freakingladybugs when everyone is saying all this ridiculously heavy, deep, and dark stuff? …I’m probably not going to be going to this club on a regular basis, save to get some inspiration for my prose, which tends to be much darker. My poetry is going to have to wait for the English club.

Nothing much to say on the climbing club except that it’s FREAKING AMAZING.

Anyway, by the look of things, I’m going to look like this by the end of the semester:

…Ignore the pills and smokes. I don’t do drugs and I don’t smoke. But this does look like me after realizing how much homework is due the next day. It’s actually scarily accurate…

College: Week 3, Pt. 2

Tue, 11 Sep 2012 22:26:34 -0400

I was finally able to run again today. And it felt great.
Last week on, I think, Thursday, my roommate and I went to the Rec and ran around the indoor track. According to the sign on the wall, 8 1/2 laps equals one mile. I managed to pound out 6 laps (with many an interval of rest in between). I’ve never been able to do that before, but the consequence of not stretching before-hand, and never having done anything close to that, was calf muscles so sore, I could barely inch down the abominable stairs to my classes.
Still, it appears that my low blood pressure is finally letting up, because I ran a full mile today with only one break at the half mile point. Very proud of myself.
I still sound like an old lady with asthma when I run,but I can still run. Happy happy happy happy!

—-

My one literature class requires that we read sections of the bible.
I have no problem with doing this. However, I now realize why my mother never let me read it as a child.
This book is terrifying, disgusting, and utterly disturbing. Yes, I understand that there are beautiful stories to be found, and I have found them. Yes, I understand its value as a literary source, as many of the songs, books, movies, sayings, and wisdoms are allusions to these ancient stories. Yes, I understand its importance as a religious or philosophical source, because it causes one to think very deeply on the subjects of cultural differences, the mutation of the perceptions of time, and social expectancies on any race or gender that is not “Hebrew male”.
The book is still the previously mentioned adjectives. Rape, incest, murder, slander, stoning, animal and human sacrifice, world destruction, cheating, lying, and stealing. This is not a book for children. I’m only in the book of Genesis. I’m a bit afraid of rest, though I know I will keep reading it regardless of how many daughters sleep with their fathers just to keep the blood line strong.
…Yeah.

—-

My other roommate and I went and bought some more “guy” clothes. We plan on confusing our floor mates by switching our perceived genders. Be ready for pictures. Their going to be awesome.

College: Week 3, Pt. 1

Mon, 10 Sep 2012 13:32:32 -0400

I am surrounded by idiots.

I wish I was joking.

Kitty cats and books. What more could someone ask for?...

Wed, 05 Sep 2012 21:10:52 -0400

Kitty cats and books. What more could someone ask for? ‘Cept maybe a Gin and Sin. (alcoholic beverage, m’dears.)

My (Non-existent) Baby

Tue, 04 Sep 2012 22:53:52 -0400

If I were to have a baby girl, or truly, a beautiful baby (who am I to judge upon a gender?), I would name it “Aurum Regina Sharryck”.

Aurum is latin for gold.

Regina is latin for queen.

Sharryck is a very old version (pre-imigrant) of my last name. (My real last name)

I’m not usually so interested with latin, but my forensic chem teacher told us the reason that the Au on the periodic table stands for gold is from it’s latin base. I love that word, Aurum.
Google translate says it’s pronounced like “ow-room” (roll your ‘r’s, darlings), but it sounds so pretty when you say it like “awe-rum”.

My other baby name would be the one you are looking at :D Kiro Sevin Sharryck.

I love naming the kids I probably won’t have. They’re so cute, I can’t help it. Then again, if you want to be all philosophical about it, maybe they do exist, within a great perhaps. So maybe I should also say, the kids that I could possibly not have, not probably. Probably is so much more probable than possibly, which is only possible. ….Never mind.
My children are within a great perhaps.

fishingboatproceeds: jutze: The Fault in “The Fault in Our...

Tue, 04 Sep 2012 22:25:03 -0400

fishingboatproceeds:

jutze:

The Fault in “The Fault in Our Stars”

This ain’t a book about a ballet dancer
No, it’s a book about a book about cancer
But there is something that is more important
This book mentions Natalie Portman
In 3 out of 25 chapters - I think she’s pretty scarce
That’s the fault in “The Fault in Our Stars”
Yeah that’s the fault in “The Fault in Our Stars”

If you do the math then you will see
25 chapters without Natalie
The ones that mention her are way too short, man!
John Green should have added way more Portman
It wouldn’t have been as difficult as landing a rover on Mars
That’s the fault in “The Fault in Our Stars”
Yeah that’s the fault in “The Fault in Our Stars”

At least the book doesn’t end in the middle of

More 52-second songs by Jutze
More info on John Green

This song was written by Johannes “Jutze” Schult under a Creative Commons by-nc license.

OH GOD IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL.

…This is seriously fabulous.

College: Week 2, Pt. 1

Tue, 04 Sep 2012 14:23:56 -0400

Funny story: I went to a party for the first time. Okay, that sounds pathetic so I’ll elaborate. I went to a party where the main priority was to drink alcohol and hang with friends (I’ve been told by Holmes that I’m not allowed to call it a drinking party…because it’s just a party…or something. “I’M HOMESCHOOLED” screams my forehead). I’m all for the latter idea, but I’m not a drinker. I don’t really like the taste of alcohol in general and I sorta want to save the drinking until I’m 21 and can drink with my close friends (in danger of sounding like a sap and a prude. A sapprude…sarude? prussap? Hmm…) I must say, being the only sober person in a room full of drunks can get particularly boring.
Anyway, I texted my best friend, Holmes, the next day and said:
“lol You’ll be surprised at where I was last night.”
And she responds:
“It’s either a gay bar, or church. Lol”
….
I don’t really have a valid argument for either of those suggestions, but they were hilarious guesses.

—-

I really love my friends. And sister. The day I was moving into my room, I found this little purple slip of paper that was folded up so much it was only the size of the tip of my finger. I thought it was trash and just put it aside. I saw it a few seconds later, and in the haze of my stressed-out mind, forgot I had already picked it up and unfolded it. Written on it was something along the lines of “Holmes <3’s Watson.” These are codes names used between my best friend and I, and so I asked her why it was in my suitcase. She smiled and replied:
“Oh yeah, have fun finding all of those, haha!”
I think I have finally managed to find them all, and I have 18 in total, from both Holmes and my Sister (The Troll :D). They were all over my room, in my “Brain Food” cookie jar, in my dresser, on my bed, in my shoe, backpack, desk drawer, and many other places. It’s been seriously awesome finding them all (though I think my Mum said there’s one that got taken home by accident.)
I love my friends and family. I smile every time one pops up out of nowhere, and they made adjusting to this new environment much easier and happier. Thanks y’all :)

—-

I made a shocking discovery. Not only do I know one person at this school (unfortunately one that I do not really wish to meet up with), but I know two people here. I had no idea he was here, but he was an old co-worker of mine about 3 years ago. This is his first year here as well, so that was even more surprising. We did the whole “I-think-I-know-you-but-it-took-two-glances-and-now-I’ll-just-awkwardly-point-at-you-with-a-face-of-surprise-while-staring-at-your-own-expression-of-WTF?”
Our relationship in the past was this, and only this: I would complain about the weather being too hot or too cold (I was very picky about temperature…that hasn’t changed much), and he would roll his eyes and make a sarcastic response. Truly a meaningful relationship. I got to talk with him a bit more and it appears we managed to grow up and mature a bit, so I think we’ll be better friends, or at least better acquaintances. I look forward to finding out who he’s become over the past few years.

—-

These last two things actually happened last week, but I forgot about them until now, so we’ll just kinda shove them onto the bottom of this post.
I don’t even remember how we got on the subject, but my Dad and I where texting about the Bible. Our messages mutated into rap music and the two subject combined when I wrote:
“I’m going to make a rap version of the Bible, so that it can reach those that don’t understand it, or don’t have access to it.”
He replies with the awesomeness that only a Nerdfighter can possess:
“Yo yo yo the big G like on da hood so much that he dissed on his only homeboy so dat all da gangstahs dat believe should not be iced but party for evah.”
…Love you dad. Really. Let us all share the love of DJ Big G and his homie JC.

—-

I remembered what was so funny that I forgot last week. I had meant to write about the things I forgot in my stressed-out haze of a move-in day:
-All of my jewelry. All of it, except for the earrings I was wearing. I’m not seriously attached to wearing my jewelry all the time, it was just surprising that I forgot it.
-My newly bought rope. I bought it for college. And left it at home.
-My pillow. I’m not kidding. I forgot my pillow. I actually have about 3 pillows, and they were all left at home. I was doing fine with just shoving some of my huge duvet under my head, because again, I’m not picky (backpacking for a week will do that to you), but then I ended up just buying another at the Wally-world (Walmart) near my school.
The ways that I fail amuse me greatly for they are wins in disguise.

I found a picture of the dreaded stairs that I took…

I’m gonna look awesome by the time I’m done here.

Maturity In Progress: Write In Pen

Mon, 03 Sep 2012 16:20:29 -0400

Maturity In Progress: Write In Pen:

neena0:

I was watching a show on T.V. yesterday about two matchmakers trying to bring love to a small town somewhere in the south. Cheesy, but it held my interest. One of the matchmakers was talking with a 30-something single woman who had trouble finding love. After some good advice, the woman announced…

So I guess one might also say:
“Be a pen.”
Make it a motto for life and you’re set. “I will be the pen.”

College: Week 1, Pt. 2

Fri, 31 Aug 2012 20:54:00 -0400

Every time. Without fail.

I’m trying to eat a salad, just like I do almost every time I go to the cafeteria. There are always a ton of people there, so just for the sake of not looking like a total slob, I try to eat somewhat nicely.
This is bloody impossible. Not because it’s a salad, but because there are tons of people around while I’m eating said salad. It’s like, a law of nature or something. I can’t not make a mess!
Food drops out of my mouth, falls on the table, all over my lap. Tomatoes go flying when I try to stab them with my fork. It’s amazing I can even finish the thing. Great first impression to send to everyone watching, eh?
Gotta admit…it’s funnier in retrospect. Just like a lot of my “problems.” Like my Nyan cat shirt. Sigh…

I have also found that there are benefits to going to a school down south. Too bad I went to one in the north. The south is flat. The north is hilly. I can’t believe there’s any hint of a joke about the “freshman 15” at this college. How can you gain weight with all these stairs?! I would post a picture…but I don’t have one. So you’ll have to just trust me.
On the flip side, I did find this, which is of my schools stairs. They’re rather infamous I believe.

lol

Not that I’m complaining or anything, because it is a bit funny when I’m sitting in my dorm room thinking about it. Then I’m climbing them, gasping for breath, leg muscles burning (and mind you, my legs are pretty freaking strong), and it’s not so funny anymore, of course.

My chemistry class was also rather interesting. Forensic chemistry is just for a gen. ed. (for me), but I was really excited about it. Looking at crimes scenes through chemistry, how bad can it be? Sounded interesting. I forgot it was a lab science class as well.
Okay, no big deal.
Big deal. I also forgot how much chemicals and stuff kinda freak me out. I hate hospitals for this very reason. It feels like the sickness and chemicals are absorbing through my skin by osmosis. I’m only a germaphobe when I walk into a hospital…or a lab, as it seems.

My teacher did not help. He’s going on and on and on about these horror stories he’s seen and heard of because someone didn’t use proper safety precautions. Now I’m afraid to even touch the surface of the desk. Fun times, fun times.

On the plus side, I’m the only one that noticed an error with my groups measurement results. Hurray for brownie points! I don’t know what the brownie points are for, but I’m sure they’ll come in handy someday.

Something else really funny happened this week, and I can’t remember what it is. Oh well, the week’s not over until Monday (yes, when at school, my week starts with Monday. That’s also when my meal plan replenishes, just another incentive to start my week on Monday.) Maybe there will be a part 3..

College: Week 1, Pt. 1

Tue, 28 Aug 2012 14:17:32 -0400

I have done this before, but it never looses it’s hilarity.

My new class starts at 9am. Now, I do learn better in the morning, but that doesn’t mean I function properly in the morning, so as I wake up at 7, I have two hours to get ready.
I take a shower and get ready for the day. Normally this takes at least an hour. My roommate was using our private bathroom (the only room like it in the entire dorm hall) so I get started a tad late. When I get in and get out, my brain automatically thinks that it’s past 8am.
I end up looking at the minute hand of the clock without a second thought as to where the hour hand actually is.
Go figure. I finished getting ready in half an hour.
And immediately panic because the minute hand reads -:52.
My idiotic brain supplies an “8” in the blank and I think that I only have 8 minutes to get to class. It was only 7:52.
I nearly sat through an entire class of Geology. Thank god for the syllabus the teacher handed out. I asked her if I got the room wrong and everything and she pointed out that I was an hour early.

“WELL THEN. I got up too early, and should have slept in.”

I did my own laundry for the first time today as well. I know this makes me sound like a little kid (of which I still am…sorta…), but my mum always did my laundry for me. And so, a week before leaving, I am taught how to do it once again. The result of that teaching is:

I think I shrunk my Nyan Cat shirt.

*Sigh* Shit.

College. Lovin’ it.

Will Grayson, Will Grayson

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 23:15:00 -0400

I don’t know if I can properly call myself a John Green fan (or a Nerdfighter….jk) for having taken so long to finish this book. I console myself with the fact that I have read all the other books (I think) in good time, so I’m not that far behind.

I just finished Will Grayson, Will Grayson about 10 minutes ago and thought I would write on it while it’s fresh.

Like any book with John Green’s writing style, I can’t help but love it. There’s too much fabulous sarcasm in there for me not to love it. It’s witty, and truthful, and in tune with the way real humans feel, especially real teenage humans. (Maybe animals too, I don’t exactly speaka dah language, so how would I know?)

I know absolutely nothing about David Levithan unfortunately, except that his writing style matched perfectly with JG, and vice versa. It’s like the combination was meant to be and they complimented each other so nicely and smoothly. Really, what took me so long in finishing it? Though I must say that it pained this English major to read the one Will Grayson’s side of the story, what with there being no punctuation whatsoever, it fit the character to a T.

Having themes of gayness in the book only made me respect and admire these authors more. Truly, they show the light of the real world in, well, true light. Such profound words I have spoken. This is why I should finish reading and writing my critiques earlier. My brain is not wired for intelligence past 2pm.

Anyway, there is one thing that wasn’t exactly my favorite. I would have like to see a little more clarity and closure on some of those relationships. Perhaps that would have taken away from the overall feeling of the book, but I have to be honest, I’m a “no loose ends” kind of person. Without giving anything away, the one pairing of WG didn’t seem to go anywhere at the end, and felt a little loose. I’m left wondering if anything happens later, or if they move on, or if they are together forever.

Regardless, it’s another favorite to the shelf of favorite books. Will Grayson, Will Grayson rests beside it’s fellow JG books (An Abundance of Katherines being my ultimate favorite, I believe. I think I might be a sap for happy endings…maybe it’s just my period. Ya never can tell :P)

I do believe I will be looking more into this “David Levithan” business…he sounds like a Nerdfighter.

The Worst Feeling

Mon, 02 Jul 2012 09:22:43 -0400

Has to be when you think (or even know) that a friend is in trouble or danger, and you can do nothing about it. I cannot describe how horrible this feeling is.

My friend is gay, and has a lot of support, but there’s also quite a bit of negative feelings towards him (I’m worried someone will try to hurt him). On top of this, the friends that surround him (not my group of friends) seem to have nothing on their minds but get one of the following, or a combination of: drunk, completely baked, “effed up,” or in trouble.
He texts me last night saying “I’m drunk and don’t know where I am”
And there was nothing I could do. And I hate it. I cannot help him, and it saddens me like nothing else. He worries me, but I don’t think he realizes how much. He frustrates me, because instead of haning out with people who will love and accept him for who he is, no matter what (my friends), and love to hang out without the use of some third part substance (my friends again), he hangs around the kind of people I mentioned before. My friends and I like toremember the night before, and all the fun times we’ve had.

Isn’t it rather pointless to hangout, but get so baked or smashed that you can’t even remember having fun, or who you had fun with, or where, or when?

I struggle on a daily basis with being “the good child.” How prude is too prude? I mother people too much already because I love them, and because I don’t like it when people do things that could hurt themselves. He feels like a little brother. I’m especially protective of my siblings, or people that feel like a sibling. It bothers me when I can do nothing, but feel like I should be able to.

As a plea to the public in general: any advice?

fishingboatproceeds: Note Hank wearing Star Trek...

Sat, 30 Jun 2012 10:22:30 -0400

fishingboatproceeds:

Note Hank wearing Star Trek t-shirt.

Awwwwww…look how cute they were! Would be a tad cuter without the dead fish though…

A Reliable Wife

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 10:00:00 -0400

The latest read of my bookshelf. I finished it last night at around 1 in the morning for no particular reason other than I really wanted to write a review for it. I recieved this one of twenty books in a box from World Book Night. I was supposed to hand them out to random people, targeting the ones that don’t read all that often, but there was a little problem with that. My friend (who took half the books with the same intention) gave one to her mom. Her mom flipped to a random page and found more adult content than we had expected.
Uh-Oh, now what?
I would feel incredibly awkward to hand out a book to random people that has adult content of the sexual variety in it. I decided to read the book and find out how bad it was. So, here’s my review, which doesn’t include anything about the risque parts because they didn’t end up mattering in light of the whole story. They only added depth and deep, rolling emotion. (Doesn’t that sound like fancy poetry?)

A Reliable Wife by Robert Goolrick

A Reliable Wife is a very interesting read. It was both riveting and repelling; riveting, making me unable to not finish it, but also repelling in a way that I did not want to keep reading. A strange mixture that is difficult to put into words as it is more a feeling. The plot was beautifully twisted and dark, full of tiny sparks of surprises that made the story come alive. Attachment towards the characters is inevitable.
Goolrick’s style of writing is stunningly unique, flowing and ebbing as if it is poetry. It’s a mesmerizing use of language where I applaud both the sentence structure and the entirety of the story. There is a certain form that a story takes when the writer sees both the fine details and the whole picture. Goolrick hit that nail on the head.
This book is filled with passion, both physical and mental; a hunger for life, but a disdain for living; and sudden, blood red bursts of incredible tenderness and staggering violence.

I give it 4 out of 5. I was disturbed and entranced.

So I feel much more comfortable handing this out to random folks, but I might ask what their comfort zone is first. Now that I understand the story (I might read it again just to really understand it), I can explain it to anyone that is curious. A sigh of relief.

See? Reading creates comforts, relief, and intelligence. Turn to books in times of stress or confusion.

The Absolute True Diary of a Part Time Indian

Thu, 17 May 2012 15:07:19 -0400

Is the book I just finished reading today. It was great. Love the witty humor that was neither too old to be unrealistic for the main character, nor too young for adult readers like myself to enjoy. An amusing page-turner that is a quick read you wish there was more of. Cartoons and drawings only enhanced the humor and enjoyment of reading.

There wasn’t much scenery description until the very end (and that was limited), so it was difficult to create a concrete picture, but the dialogue and relationships, the emotions and thoughts of the MC, and the events happening kept me busy enough that I didn’t really need all the extra descriptions. It left my imagination room to create what I wanted without getting too involved with the unimportant stuff.

It was informative. There are quite a few details about the Native Americans in this book that are true, if not all of the details. It describes the sad situation that they are forced to live in, the lack of help they receive from the very people that said they were sorry for making their lives unhappy. I learned much, and I have a new understanding of how they live their lives.

Definitely a good read. Not completely for kids, but awesome for teenagers and adults alike. 5 out of 5. Received from World Book Night and I will hopefully be passing it on.

Cat calls

Tue, 08 May 2012 13:45:03 -0400

Interesting title? Just wait…

Characters in this story: Myself, Friend #1, Friend #2, and my Sister.

Let us begin.

Friend #2 is walking towards my house. Friend #1, Myself, and my Sister are sitting in my room, the window is open. Conversation pans out as such:

Friend #1: Should we make cat calls at him (Friend #2)? Haha!
Myself: Nooooo, hur hur, let’s not.
Sister: Yeah! Let’s make cat calls!

Friend #1 and Myself sit up straighter in anticipation of being humored while Sister goes to the open window and peaks only her head over the sill.

Sister: “MEOOOOOW!”
Friend #1 and Myself: *dying of laughter*
Sister: What? Isn’t that a cat call?
Friend #1 and Myself: *dead*

It could not have been better scripted.

COLLEGE HERE I COME!

Tue, 01 May 2012 15:04:50 -0400

Okay, so the title is misleading, since I’m already at college. But now it’s no longer going to be a community college. It’s time to bring out the big guns.

Oh yeah.

I think one of the most exciting moments in a persons life, and one of the happiest, is when you know that something is going to change. That something is going to be completely different. And I don’t mean “I have this feeling…” I mean you actually KNOW that your life is going to be radically different in a very short amount of time. I got accepted today at the four year school of my choice. I haven’t been able to stop smiling since I got the news.

Times are achangin’. Who said that? Is that even a quote?

What’s amazing is how you can’t wait for the “change” to come, but the anticipation is almost as good as reaching the destination. The journey and climb (no, that isnota Miley Cyrus reference, damn you.) is just as good, and exciting, as reaching the goal. I can hardly contain myself of the excitement, happiness, anticipation, whatever you call it.

I can imagine it is like this for weddings too. Even if the wedding (assuming weddings are your thing) is planned for years in the future, you can’t stop thinking about it. You just want to be there already, but dread the finish line all the same.

There’s still so much to be done before I’m even ready to set foot in that school, and yet I know that everything is going to be fantastic, because I’m moving forward. Always move forward. If that’s too difficult, then at least move, ‘cuz staying still is for dead people.

Procrastination Routine:

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 10:32:41 -0400

1. Check yahoo mail.

2. Check other yahoo mail.

3. Check hawkmail (my school e-mail).

4. Read recent posts on Tumblr.

5. Surf through new submissions on Deviantart.

6. Youtube for 2 hours.

7. Check Tumblr again.

8. Play games on Brainbusters for 3 hours.

9. Check first e-mail again.

10. Go back to Youtube. Watch Fail compilation videos.

11. Watch danisnotonfire videos for 4 hours.

12. Get sidetracked watching Vlogbrothers and nerfighters for 3 hours.

13. Stare at computer screen and lament art paper not being done.

14. Feel bad and open up a new word page. Type up name and date.

15. Panic. Go back to Youtube.

16. Check Tumblr again. Post Procrastination Routine.

DONE!

…Is it even possible to get sidetracked from procrastinating?