I Blog, Therefore I am

A Syracuse State of Mind.

2009-12-19T08:04:00.000-08:00

My life. What is going on with it. I'm leaving for London in a month. I have been keeping my feelings pushed away, I guess because I don't want to admit that I will miss Syracuse. Although this was the worst semester of my life and I would never want to do it over again, as I sit in my empty apartment alone I am thinking about all the people I will miss. My bessie came over to say goodbye, she made me a drawing. I gave her an awkward goodbye. Was i always this bad with goodbyes and emotions? I feel this semester has taught me to keep things inside and I cant determine is its me becoming an adult or if i am just escaping real feelings. Its lonely in here. I came back from a brief (but fantastic) stay in camp hill only to see everyone leaving for home. Is this what being on my own will feel like? No comfort? No friends? But everyone says to go out of your comfort zone that you learn etc. etc. Ugh but seems like all good things include struggles. is it so much to ask for a life without constant struggles? but would it be a life worth living? sometimes i feel like i know so much and sometimes i feel like i know nothing at all. maybe i should take a step back and just see where life takes me. I dont know

this post is far too deep. I will regret it.

time to study...or watch the rest of Something's Gotta Give (what a fabulous movie...)

Back on the Horse

2009-12-14T09:09:00.001-08:00

Well, it has been a while since I entered this blogosphere. And let me tell you, I completely forgot about this thing. And it seems like most everyone has as well. But the time has come for another blog. This one about interviews...what makes a good one what makes a bad one?

first off, i had an interview today for an executive board position for the student peer advisors for the college of arts and sciences. I wore a skirt and tights with a rip in the crotch. Good thing I don't have a penis.

Anyways, as I sprinted up the three flights of stairs to the office of the woman I would be interviewing with I slip. Then I pant. Then I find myself panting outside her office like I had asthma. If I had asthma this would have been a good excuse. But, alas, I am just out of shape and wasn't getting enough oxygen to my brain on account of the tights...

I sat down with Shruti.
I complimented her son (he really was cute)
Then I realized I was sweating. Hard. I wore my hair down and it now felt like it was half wet. I subconsciously start thinking about my wet hair. does she notice it. is there sweat dripping off my face? Did she like my eyebrows? I just shaped them this morning.....

As all this is going through my head I am answering questions. About how much I love kids, I sound like a moron and keep repeating myself. I take a breath. I am having trouble keeping direct eye contact. I keep looking away. but only because there is a bird outside and it is distracting me. I catch her gaze. I tell her my favorite professor is kind of a jerk.....she laughs because its true. I try to tell her he is just like Larry David...she does not know who that is.

we awkwardly laugh.

I crack a joke about going abroad and how my mother shed a tear at thanksgiving. I use my finger to recreate the tear. she is amused. she says, "you are too funny."

is this bad? is funny bad? am i not serious? am i being myself? or am i being a rambling idiot.

oh well.

it's over.

good thing i didn't overanalyze it.

Day 2.

2009-06-24T11:30:00.000-07:00

Those people fixing the windows are still performing their death defying tasks. They scare me but Whitney waved to one today. He waved back. He had a bandanna and curly hair, he must be friendly. I had pictures taken for my articles for the REACH newsletter. I look like I'm half blinking and bald but hey, let the true me SHINE. I hope Whitney finds my blog and reads it. I bet she will enjoy it, almost as much as goop.com (it's awesome. I likey).

In other news, I am going to be eating at the Hot Dog King's abode tomorrow, I like hot dogs. I want to be adventurous and have like, a hot dog that is fried covered in pomegranate juice, and topped with aloe. Doesn't that sound cutting edge and avant garde. I'm starting a garden in front of my sisters new house, it will be an adventure. Hopefully Harrison and I will not kill each other during this adventure then it would be a lame adventure and I would have to burn his body and teeth (dental records).

That's all for today. Wish me luck on my articles that are due tomorrow by 12 that are fucked because I am lazy and cannot write them.

Blogger.

2009-06-23T08:53:00.000-07:00

What a horrible title, blogger. I am a blogger, blogger sounds like booger which reminds me of one time in political theory when a guy across the way dug deep and ate a big ol' booger. I almost vomited. It still haunts me when I'm in a large classroom. You never know what sick stuff people will do when they don't think they're being watched.

On another more serious note. Workers have invaded the outside of my office window on a very sketchy wood board while they remove keystones. It is held by rope. I fear that they will fall off and I will watch one plunge to their death and will be forever scared. But what if I saved them. Like a Twilight vampire. I saw that the young man was falling. I knocked out my glass window with my pinkie, cradled the man like a baby and landed every so softly on my tip toes. Man, to be a vampire.

Speaking of Vampires.
True Blood is back on TV and let me tell you, so many boobies. Poor Anna Paquin, I mean, her boob shots. So unnecessary. I wouldn't show my boobs unless it was for at least $50 or a burrito. She should have more respect. It's her craft, she won a Golden Globe....whatever, I don't need to see her nipples.

To conclude my Blog. I will quote a famous line about boobies.

“My husband said 'show me your boobs' and I had to pull up my skirt... so it was time to get them done!” - Dolly Parton

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