Just a bunch of freakin' ziggurats

ziggurat

\ ZIG-oo-rat \  , noun;

1. (among the ancient Babylonians and Assyrians) a temple of Sumerian origin in the form of a pyramidal tower, consisting of a number of stories and having about the outside a broad ascent winding round the structure, presenting the appearance of a series of terraces.

 

I swear I'm not being lazy when I post the following pictures.  But let's face it, it's so much more educational than anything I could define.  So here are some good ziggurat pictures, it really brings back sixth grade memories.

 

 

 

 

 

Bad.  Ass.

Oh how you love the letter Z, dictionary.com

 

The Lighting of Lawrinson

Palm Tree

A Dolphin

Otto the Orange

Every year our residence hall has this one event called the Lighting of Lawrinson. The RA's create designs for the sides of our building and notify everyone whether they need to close their curtains or hang up a certain color tint! It's mostly cool because of the giant group effort it takes for everyone (well, most people) to comply.

This year's theme is "Spring Break," so the RA's created a palm tree, a dolphin, Otto the Orange, and a sun (that was too crappy to take a picture of and show you... sorry).

Look at these zephyrean photos!

zephyrean \zef-uh-REE-uhn\, adjective:

of, pertaining to, or like a zephyr; full of or containing light breezes.

 Because I think that these photos are a lot more fun than any definition I could possibly give you, here are some photo/definitions of what a zephyr truly looks like:

So for all of you vehicle enthusiasts out there, you're welcome.  ;)

Late

Today was the first time EVER that I was tardy to class. Seriously. This is so unlike me. When planning to take my nap, I set my alarm to 5:40pm so I'd have a full 20 minutes to prepare and get to class.

I woke up at 6:40pm and arrived at class an hour late. Funny the teacher didn't care much when I began to fabricate the excuse, "Oh, I probably should've told you I was going to be late today..."

Anyways, 2 hours later adding up to 4 hours total on this piece, this is the progress.

Pictures of the zakuska

For today's post, I have no definitions, only pictures.  Pictures are the only thing that can describe dictionary.com's challenge for me today:

zakuska

\ zuh-KOOS-kuh \  , noun;

1. an hors d'oeuvre.

 

 

 

 

Yum.

 

The Brunch Club

It's official. We're the Brunch Club.

Obviously the name is ripped off of in tribute to John Hughes' movie The Breakfast Club. But who are we exactly?

We're people from different groups. All of us know each other separately, but these previous relationships we've made were to each our own. Now we come together with one common bond: our aspirations.

... it's actually a thing guys! :D

She certainly is yare

Try as I might to find the perfect video for today's Word of the Day, I was unsuccessful.  Luckily though, I remember the scene word for word.

yare

\ yair \  , adjective;

1. quick; agile; lively.

2. (of a ship) quick to the helm; easily handled or maneuvered.

3. Archaic.  a. ready; prepared. b. nimble; quick.

 

In the movie Failure to Launch, there is a scene where the gorgeous Matthew Mcconaughey takes his lovely date (Sarah Jessica Parker) out on a sailboat for some lunch.  The plot twist?  It's not his boat.  When the owner of said sailboat unexpectedly drops by and reprimands Matthew for eating on his boat, SJP is quick to retaliate with a conversation about his boat. 

 

Spoiler alert: they get off scott free and end up happily ever after.  But not before SJP says, "Well she certainly is yare," to the owner, thus proving her water smarts and the art of getting by in trying situations.

 

To be honest, I'm not really sure what the best way is to use this word in a sentence, but if you want a good definition, go watch the movie, I highly recommend it.  It certainly is yare.  Or good.  Or romantic.  Or whatever. 

Life's a Party

I'm a strong believer in the clause: Life is what you make of it.

I actively seek interesting things to do everyday. Every weekend I try something new to broaden my experiences. Despite my love for the internet, I don't want to spend my weekends cooped up in my room. Whenever I talk to my friends from home, there's always a story to tell-- embarrassing and awkward recounts, new things I've tried, interesting people I've met... And whenever I ask them in return, "How was your day?" the answer I receive is nowhere near as interesting.

I didn't mean to ask rudely, but I asked nonetheless, "why don't you have any interesting stories to tell?" After hearing that my friend woke up, ate, went on the internet, time after time again, I even found his life boring and repetitive. But that's the way he likes it. That's the way he is lives contently. It's funny how people's tastes are different. The thought of leading that type of life gives me the chills. I can already see the future... 9am to 5pm job. Come home to a family. Eat. Sleep. Wake up again. It's all so DULL.

Someday I'm going to live a very fulfilling life. I'll make sure of it.

A xeric environment

Today, dictionary.com gives us:

xeric

\ ZEER-ik \  , adjective;

1. of, pertaining to, or adapted to a dry environment.

 

Such as, "The Sahara Desert is a very xeric environment."

 

That is all for today, because that's all I can think of.  Congrats to Anne Hathaway winning Best Supporting Actress! 

NEACURH Banner

I'm part of an organization called RHA (Residence Hall Association) where every so often I go to conferences where RHA representatives from many different colleges congregate, award, and discuss programming, leadership, and other fun stuff. The next conference is next weekend at Northeastern University. I'm pretty excited for this Clue themed conference!

One of the many fun parts of the conference is a banner contest. Each school creates a banner that integrates aspect of your school with the conference theme. As the "creative" mind on the team, I really hope we have a shot at winning the banner design. I put much effort into hand drawing and painting Otto the Orange, Marty the Moose (the NEACURH mascot), and all the delegates. We even employed clever word play with the "I ACCUSE" at the top!

Whipsawed in the Dome

whipsaw

\ HWIP-saw \  , verb;

1. to subject to two opposing forces at the same time: The real-estate market has been whipsawed by high interest rates and unemployment.

2. to cut with a whipsaw.

3. to win two bets from (a person) at one turn or play, as at faro.

4. (of a trailer, railroad car, etc.) to swing suddenly to the right or left, as in rounding a sharp curve at high speed.

noun:

1. a saw for two persons, as a pitsaw, used to divide timbers lengthwise.

 

Boy does this word describe my world right now.  I am very, very sorry to report that Syracuse lost its basketball game against rival Georgetown.  The whole school is in mourning.

 

We were whipsawed together really, both of the teams having lost only four games this season.  For Syracuse, it's now five.  It was also our first time losing in the Dome in two years.

 

 On a more positive note though, I had fun; the entire group did actually.  We camped out, woke up early, stayed up late, and sat through and snow and rain to get good seats, which paid off!  We were in the first row! (Holla at a playa!)  In addition to that, we got free sweatbands and sunglasses at the game today, which is always a favorite of mine (getting free stuff).

 

I won't write on anymore because the wound is still fresh, but let's just say that ordering Bleu Monkey (Japanese food) and Insomnia Cookies made everything just a little bit better.  :) 

The Georgetown Game

I told our mascot, Otto the Orange, to strike a pose. He did.

So we lost the game, but that's ok. What mattered most was the experience. The hype. The first night I ever spent in a tent with my friends. The long wait for what is to come. What mattered most was forgetting yourself for a while, and spending time as a collective unit.

That was pretty cool.

Literary varia

Sorry for the lateness again people, but yesterday was KINDA hectic (mostly because I was camping out for the big game against GEORGETOWN today!)

varia \VAIR-ee-uh\, noun:

miscellaneous items, especially a miscellany of literary works.

I was actually able to slip this word into an essay that I wrote for my American LIterature to 1865 class.  I was writing about two Puritan women in colonial Massachusetts, and I was comparing and contrasting their written works.

It went like this: " Hardship is what gave their varia the gusto it needed to transcend the test of time, and give Puritan struggles meaning."

BOOM.  Like a boss.  Now off to BEAT GEORGETOWN!!!!!!!!! :D 

"Tenting"

Layers of blankets in our homey tent!

It's the night before the Syracuse vs. Georgetown basketball game, as Jillian had mentioned in one of her earlier posts (I think). And of course we camped out starting 8am this morning, separating our friends into different shifts so that representatives from our groups would be in line 24/7.

I took the 6:30pm-10pm shift. My next one is the dreaded 5am-9am shift. It was my first time "camping out" per say even though I didn't have to spend the night out in the cold. I was with my friends Josh and Skye and we had a fantastic time making up words (like "tenting"), watching Midnight in Paris, and eavesdropping on nearby "tenters" who were obviously drunk, loud, and obnoxious blasting their rap music and playing beer pong outside.

I had originally thought that camping out meant taking nature by its full force, but I couldn't be more wrong. The school had staff people passing out free ice cream and pizza to campers. Occasionally they'd take roll call to make sure each group had present representatives in queue. Group numbers 67, 68, and 69 REPRESENT! :)

Pushover

Sometimes I'm a pushover.

Maybe I care for well done, quality art too much. Maybe it's because I also enjoy practicing Photoshop for fun... Or maybe it's because I can't seem to bear the thought of a close friend of my failing at life.

Anyways, my friend Azeem somehow landed the responsibility of poster-making for an organization he joined despite his lack of Photoshop software on his computer. And after his whining the first time, I took pity on him and made him an AWESOME movie poster, which everyone at his organization loved.

He tells me he didn't take credit, but no one seems to believe that he didn't do it. So i'm stuck once again making this poster for him.

Yep.

Somewhere umber the rainbow

umber

\ UHM-ber \  , noun;

1. North England Dialect.  shade; shadow.

2. an earth consisting chiefly of a hydrated oxide of iron and some oxide of manganese, used in its natural state as a brown pigment (raw umber) or, after heating, as a reddish-brown pigment (burnt umber).

3. the color of such a pigment; dark dusky brown or dark reddish brown.

4. Ichthyology.  the European grayling, Thymallus thymallus.

adjective:

1. of the color umber.

verb:

1. to color with or as if with umber.

 

Today's word is rather a tricky one because of the plethora of definitions.  I believe this is the first time that I've gotten to choose from six definitions.  I've decided to choose from #3, the color umber.  Below is what I found when I googled the color:

 

 

It's kind of a deep, rich brown color, as you can see.  I like to think of it as the color of the mud here in Syracuse after it's been frozen over and sloshed in.  I know it's a pretty gross description for such a rich shade of brown, but that's really all I can think of.  All the brown things around here are trees, and they all have a sort of bleak look about them because of this thing snow does--it makes everything cold and shades the world in this sort of clouded winter wonderland.  Well, that's the opinion of a girl who comes from 50 degree winters, at least.  

 

Umber is a very nice color, for furniture.  But it makes me appreciate my orange nation all the more.  :) 

A tensile build

Today's word was used in the context of my mother who trips way too much.  She didn't used to, but she does now.  A lot.

tensile

\ TEN-suhl \  , adjective;

1. capable of being stretched or drawn out; ductile.

2. of or pertaining to tension:  tensile strain.

 

I was on the phone with my dad, catching up, talking about life, when he brought up the fact that my mother pulled a hamstring last night.  They were out walking the dogs, and in the process my mother tripped and pulled a hammy.  Now she's in pain below the waist for probably the 12th time in two years.  I'm not even exaggerating.

 

In all the talk of how often she seems to accidentally injure herself, I said to my dad, "She's a tensile one", to which he replied, "Yeah..." and continued on with the conversation.

 

The clumsy need help sometimes, after all, they're people too.  

Figure Drawing

Today was the first day in about three years I did figure drawing. As I took out my painting and began to set up, my teacher told me he had brought in a model today and that'd we'd be sketching instead!

I remember the first time I did real figure drawing was when I took a summer art camp at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art-- first time I saw naked people and had to draw them. You'd think it is a big deal, but people get over it pretty quickly. In the mind of an artist you just look at the folds of the skin and the wrinkles and the shape of the muscles, and you pretty much forget the fact that you're looking at a naked man. Last year I took a figure painting class. It gave different challenges because the focus is on the lighting and skin tone colors from warm to cool rather than the actual shape of the body.

What I do love most about figure drawing though are the actual models. Unlike still life, these people have lives! You can talk to them and get to know them. They have opinions on music and politics! I feel like models are one of the most confident people I know: comfortable in their own skin and comfortable at socializing... in the nude.

Anyways, it was quite fun... I think "Art Wednesdays" will be a theme. You know... since I have art class every Wednesday and I seem to consistently post my artwork anyhow.

Shadowing

Maybe I want to be a reporter someday. Maybe.

And seeing as I basically have no experience with this stuff, I decided to join CitrusTV, the campus news broadcast station. Before I go out and report my own stories, I am supposed to shadow reporters and basically learn from them.

Today was my first shadow :D I met this one girl named Kaitlyn (in the photo) who was creating a package about the Winter Carnival for the 6:00 show. It was quite fun actually... I watched her interview people at the student union and helped carry the equipment back to the studio where we edited using this super slow software called Avid. People were nice and introduced themselves to me which was pretty cool!

Future reporter? Someday, maybe.

The satraps of the good film

satrap

\ SEY-trap \  , noun;

1. a subordinate ruler, often a despotic one.

2. a governor of a province under the ancient Persian monarchy.

 

Boy do I have an example for you today, loyal readers.  I'm pretty sure the cutesy little anecdote that I have for you today isn't going to match the above definition precisely, but it's damn close and I need to tell you about the movie I saw earlier tonight.

 

To make a long story short, I went to see a French movie tonight put on by the French department here at SU so I wouldn't have to sit through an hour's conversation with a TA--in French.  The move that they showed us was "La Grande Illusion", or, for those of you who can't translate that into English yourselves, "The Big Illusion".  It's an old movie, made in 1937 before WWII, and is a war movie about WWI.

 

Now I know what you must be thinking: Oh great, a war movie?  Laaaaaaame.  And it's in French.  And German.  And okay a little bit of English.  But still laaaaaame.  

 

This is not the case, loyal readers.  Basically, the movie is about these French captains that get captured by the Germans and are held (in a very nice) prison camp.  After being moved around a few times and separated from each other, these two solders manage to escape while the third, noble captain dies trying to save them.  Now I know this sounds cliche, and there's a helluva lot more to the story than that, but it's just so well done.  The characters are great and there is so much foreshadowing for real life that was just unheard of in 1937 (when the movie was made).

 

Now, amongst all my rambling about great movies, I know you're here to learn about the Word of the Day.  Well the best I've got is, "There are some real satraps in the film La grande illusion".

 

That's it, that's all I've got.  Now go watch the movie, there's humor and seriousness and friendship and death and I promise you won't regret it! 

Hoyas vs. recanting

recant

\ ri-KANT \  , verb;

1. to withdraw or disavow (a statement, opinion, etc.), especially formally; retract.

2. to withdraw or disavow a statement, opinion, etc., especially formally.

 

I think today's WoD is the embodiment of what we'd all like to do sometimes.  Have you ever said the wrong thing to someone?  Have you ever said the wrong thing at the wrong time?  Have you ever said the wrong thing to the right person at a less than convenient time?  

 

If not, then you haven't experienced life like everyone else, but if you HAVE, then you know what recant is.

 

Taking something officially off the record, like it was never said, never done.  Kind of like a cnrtl+Z for life.  Yeah, I think we'd all like that.  I haven't had to put my foot in my mouth lately, but I'll probably want to recant a few choice words off the Internet by next weekend.  You see, as I've mentioned earlier, Georgetown is the bitter Rival of Syracuse University, and we're playing them in basketball on Saturday.  For those of you who don't follow SU basketball, change that status, immediately, because as of now we're ranked #8 in the country.  And this isn't even our best year.

 

But anyways, I'm going to be posting on Facebook, as well as Tweeting bad words and clever come-backs to the world about how SU is so much greater than GU, and how we're going to crush them, and how we're going to send them home crying (we haven't lost a game in the Dome in 2 years), and how we're going to make fun of their mascot, the hoyas.  The point is, a lot of intense stuff that I may want to recant after a few days, and the hype has died down.

 

For those of you who are wondering what a hoya is, GU's students/alumni are asking the exact same question.  But if you Google is, you'll find pictures of a very lovely flower, which I've posted below.  Those SoB's are going DOWN.

 

 

Quittance from the past

I am SO sorry to have done this to you again, loyal readers. Here I am, trying to upkeep a New Year's Resolution to write on this blog everyday for a year, and I just up and forget to write my WoD in February... again.

Well, I'll try not to let it affect me again, it's just that Ashley and I got so caught up watching Bridget Jones' Diary late last night that I just completely forgot to write!  Anyway here it is:

quittance \KWIT-ns\, noun:

1. recompense or requital.
2. discharge from a debt or obligation.
3. a document certifying discharge from debt or obligation, as a receipt.

Unfortunately, I was unable to use that in a sentence yesterday as well as think of a witty anecdote of which to use it.  Instead, I will be devising a situation in which this word if used appropriately.  Imagine, if you will, a likely situation happening 200 years ago in which this conversation might have taken place:

-"UGH!  I absolutely hate being an indentured servant!  There is so much hard work and seven years is just too long!"

     -"Very well, I shall get your quittance immediately."

Don't you wish life was like that?

Teacher's Pet?

I don't like my sociology teacher much. He mumbles, "mmm right?" after every other sentence. His presentation is long-winded, and he tries to garner student participation through questions that don't even pertain to sociology. He'd ask us to give examples about where we shop to fit a scenario he would make up, which frankly means that our participation does nothing to further our understanding of sociology.

But my biggest pet peeve is when my sociology teacher watches the clock. Wait, scratch that; there's no clock in the room. My biggest pet peeve is when my sociology teacher awkwardly stares at the students' wrists for their watches when lecturing at the front of the class. I understand if you want to keep track of the time, but staring at the clock 10 minutes into a 55 minute lecture is ridiculous. After a month of this disrespect, I felt sassy.

Today I brought my alarm clock to class. I set the alarm to 1:40pm and placed it on the desk in front of me right before the professor. I think I wanted it to be seen as a bit rude. I wanted to make a point: I will disrespect the teacher by sarcastically placing the clock in front of him since he desperately wants to be out of this classroom.

I still don't understand how unfazed he was by my act of rebellion. He even thanked me for the clock and used it twice to keep track of time. WHAT THE HECK?!

The Harlem Shake

Not my video... but one Jillian and I participated in. Our residence hall created one of those Harlem Shake videos that seem to be the thing at the moment. Can you find us? I'm holding a Swifer broom. Jillian is tossing her Otto the Orange pillow up in the air at parts.

To be honest, there's no practical purpose to the Harlem Shake videos. It is honestly one of the most pointless things I've seen and participated in. But the beauty of it all lies in the community. The fact that you can gather a large crowd of people to do weird things... it brings a special sense of togetherness that isn't forced like cooperation seen in group projects or work.

Journaling

I think almost everyone has at least tried to keep a diary or journal when they were young. I was one of the people who never succeeded. I belonged to the group that always wanted to get into the habit of journaling every January, but failed half way through the year, only to leave the notebook with 20 or so written pages that are then torn out to start afresh the next year.

The thing that intimidated me most when starting a diary was always the content. I always felt like I owed the notebook a dark, juicy secret because diaries are meant for secrets, right? Or is it meant recount the exciting adventures I had that day? At least that's what I thought as a kid. But my life wasn't full of gossip and drama to write about, so I made some stories up-- stretched the emotions a bit... Turns out the only real thing I had to complain about was getting a C on a test, and how I couldn't possibly let my parents know about it.

For Christmas my friend, Mona, gave me this T.A.R.D.I.S. themed journal, so once again, I'm trying to keep up with entries at least once a week. It's worked so far, but the major difference I've noticed is in my entries' content.

Keeping a diary isn't just for my non-existent juicy secrets. Let's face it, my life is nowhere near as shady as that of a fictional heroine. My journal is a place to de-stress. If my mind is cluttered from all that I have to do, I write my anxieties down, read it over, and objectively try to solve my own problems on the next page! If there are any burning philosophical/psychological questions stuck in my mind, I write those down too just for the sake of organizing my thoughts. Doing so, I realize I actually have lots to write about in my journal.

I don't know whether it's because my cognitive skills have developed more, and hence have more to think about and write down, since my 15 year old self, or maybe I've just grown to be a more interesting person, but now I can't imagine life without lined paper to write down my thoughts.

Fun with paraphs!

paraph \PAR-uhf\, noun:

a flourish made after a signature, as in a document, originally as a precaution against forgery.

There's not so much a story/definition behind this as there is a good picture... or two... or more.  :)

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Dang obnubliating clouds

obnubilate \ob-NOO-buh-leyt\, verb:

to cloud over; becloud; obscure.

Sorry this post is so late, loyal readers, but fun waits for no person!  One of the many, many superb things about Syracuse University is their Orange After Dark events.  Last night, we went to a place called Wonder Works, where I had the time of my life climbing ropes, experiencing hurricane-speed winds, and playing giant fruit ninja.

All of that happened at night though, during the day, the clouds were obnubilating the sky and it was quite gloomy.  Only later (while I was working out because I'm that hard core) did the sun finally come out, and the day started to get fun.

WonderWorks

We went to a magical place called WonderWorks. It's a mini theme-park that can be best described as a pseudo-science museum and a laser tag/rope climbing adventure... thing... place.

Overall the experience was wonderful. There was plenty to do and much to see from hurricane stimulations to a bed a nails to optical illusions! Anyways I'm much too tired to really give a full review about this place, but trust me when I give it a 5/5!

We've all been nuqued!

I have neither a witty anecdote nor good reason for using this word in a sentence.  To be honest, I've never given it much thought in my whole life and I didn't know this thing had a name.

nuque

\ nook \  , noun;

1. the back of the neck.

 

I did, however manage to use it in the most pathetic way possible.  I messaged Ashley on Skype.  The sentence went like this: "Hey, I would just like to say that when it's hot out, your nuque gets very sweaty."

 

To which she replied, "What?"  And I said, "the nuque is the back of the neck."

 

She then stated the obvious: "wotd?"

 

Yup.

 

But now you know, now you ALL know what to call the back of the neck! 

Google Doodle

Sometimes when you've been on the Internet for a while, you make friends from a variety of places.

Sometimes your Internet friends get together on Google hangout and doodle for hours.

Tonight is one of those nights.

Time is no mainour

mainour

\ MEY-ner \  , noun;

1. a stolen article found on the person of or near the thief:  to be taken with the mainour.

 

Not very regrettably, I didn't have anything like this happen to me today.  Or ever, for that matter.  I don't think I've ever had anything stolen from me except precious time, but only because COM101 is a requirement.  

 

But is time really a mainour?  It's nothing that can be recovered or returned like a stolen laptop.  It can't be found like a piece of jewelery.  Time is not something that can be uncovered after it has been purloined.  That is really tragic.  

Art Wednesdays

Maybe it'll be a thing. Maybe not. Let's try it out.

You're probably sick of seeing this picture over and over again. Trust me, I wanted it to be done too. And it finally is finished as of today!!!

To be honest I'm actually quite proud of this picture for several reasons...

1. It's something I created out of my mind. Not a copy of anything else. The idea came; then I found picture references of fire and a woman posing as if she was blowing a kiss to create the painting.
2. Heck. I haven't completed a piece of art since my AP Art portfolio was due May 2012!
3. It's probably one of the better pieces I've done in a long time... something that took thought and time and energy.

Anyways, I can't wait for the final touches to dry so I can sign my name and date in the bottom right corner :D

Next up? Well it looks pretty crappy right now, but that's how they all start out right? Presenting the Dandy Lion!

I've only spent about 2 hours on this so far... Well less than that considering the undeniably long break I took to walk around the room and go on the Internet.

My text in lollapalooza

Today's word was one that I had actually heard before in my lifetime, and I was very glad to use it.

lollapalooza

\ lol-uh-puh-LOO-zuh \  , noun;

1. an extraordinary or unusual thing, person, or event; an exceptional example or instance.

 

Don't tell me you're reading that word and not smiling.  I used it today while texting BFF in California.  

 

It started off with me lackadaisically scrolling through my Facebook feed, until something in particular caught my eye.  I subscribe to a page called "Syracuse University Compliments", in which people write compliments about other people to this Facebook page, and then they post it.  Well, I happened to see a name that is very familiar to me, a name that I remember from high school, and a name that goes to my current school's bitter rival.  I'm not going to mention any names, so let's just call him Blevin Ho.  

 

I was surprised to see Blevin's name (even though I knew immediately that it was not him for the aforementioned reason), and even more surprised to see it coupled with the words "kind" and "giving".  Not that this guy, Blevin, is a bad guy.  To be honest, I've never even had a face-to-face conversation with him, but he went out with someone that I greatly admired in high school, and lets just say I'm on her team.

 

Anyway, I decided to text BFF about the funny confusion, and she thought it was funny as well (she too is on his ex's side).  I then got to talking about how I couldn't wait for the Georgetown game, and how even though I really had nothing against the school, I can't wait to bash it like hell on Facebook and Twitter come February 23rd.  I said, "I'm glad I won't have to feel remorseful when I rip on his school.  I'll be in lollapalooza."

 

And really, I will.  Even though, like I said, I really have nothing against this guy or his school, I just have this chromosome in my body that's prone to school spirit in a BIG way, and I really have no choice but to think ill of anyone/anything that rivals my school.  So, as a preface to what that Saturday is going to be like, "GO HOME GEORGETOWN!  IT'S 11:36 AND GEORGETOWN STILL SUCKS!"

 

That felt good. 

Jumbled Essay Thoughts

Some days life seems dandy and you know exactly what you want and where you want to go.
Other days can only be represented by a scribble.

Today is a scribble day.

As the years go by, I find it more and more difficult to focus on whatever it is I need to get done. Nowadays, there are too many distractions-- friends, the internet, life passing by my window... It's hard to just let things go by without wanting a taste of it all.

More and more often I find my thoughts jumbled up in a giant scribble, and to some extent it really does help to jot all of it down. Only when I "word vomit" can I truly organize my ideas and edit them to become sound and valid... Which brings me to my 4 page sociology paper I need to write tonight.

This scribble? Yeah. Those are my thoughts for my essay. Disorganized. Confusing. Heck I don't even know what I'm going to argue really until I write it down. So in my effort to stop procrastinating... Here's some advice for myself:

1. Stop complaining and just do it. I'd say 90% of the pain and anxiety is thinking about what is to come rather than the action of doing it itself.
2. Don't be afraid of a blank piece of paper. Just start filling it up with words. Good thoughts, bad thoughts? It doesn't even matter. Point is, get your ideas down first, and then organize them. Don't overestimate your ability to write a clear and concise essay without revising.
3. Breaks MUST BE CONTROLLED AT ALL COST. I know myself. I know breaks are good. I know my lack of self control makes my over-indulged relaxation bad.

Let's get to work.

A wee kinchin

kinchin

\ kin-chin \  , noun;

1. a child.

 

Sorry, I don't have much for today!  All I can offer up is this adorable footage of this wee kinchin, whose father was awarded the Medal of Honor today!

 

 http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/ticket/obama-award-medal-honor-afghanistan-war-hero-clinton-184314825--politics.html