So, as I'm sure I've mentioned, or you've caught on to--I live with people. I am in a dorm and live with people. Awesome, right?
Wrong.
Living with people can cause problems with one's inner balance of chi. I am referring more to living with those certain people who do not respect the boundaries set up by the majority, do not seem to understand the basics of personal hygiene, or simply do not understand what it means to live with people.
I lived with the same roommate the first three years of my college career. I thought we were a match made by the gods and were meant to last all four years. Till she hit me with the "I think I want to live in a single next year" line.
I love her so I wanted to make sure she was happy. So she found a group of girls to get a six-man apartment with. This means they each have their room and so they have separate lives.
Suddenly, I needed a roommate. I found one, and a lovely one at that. The problem was that she came with baggage. Baggage that I wasn't sure I could handle.
Well, I've lasted a whole semester; we all have. As this new semester begins we (my roommate and the other suitemate and I) are beginning to see the things that were tolerable last semester as not so tolerable this semester.
We all have those little things that make us crazy. I, for example, hate to leave dishes festering in the sink all night, not to mention multiple days. I have stated this for all my suitemates to hear, and they all seem to agree that this is gross.
And yet one of them continually leaves dishes in the sink, or even on the counter, day after day.
This same person has constant hygiene issues that have been addressed multiple times, but she still refuses to take the necessary steps (aka showering) to continue as a respectable human being.
These two things on there own would be enough for a person renting an apartment to ask the other to move out. I, however, feel like I can't ask this of her because I know that she has some psychological problems or another, or because of the fact that she "has never been able to keep a roommate for a whole semester."
One can only wonder why.
1.19.2009
1.12.2009
In the middle of the class...I go walking in my sleep.
Okay, so I meant to continue to post all last weekend, last week, and this weekend even. I am, quite obviously, under a bit of stress. This is partially because I just started back to school. I thought I would have time to write while in school, but I have been focused on getting settled. Perhaps now I will have more time since I've had a week to get into the moves.
I am working on working. The job that I held down pretty steadily has seemingly pushed me away since I had to take a break for the holidays. I was kicked out of the dorm for the whole of the holidays, and so I didn't have a place to stay.
I have been trying to essentially get my job back, which has proven pretty hard. I am trying to find another job outside of the Buffalo Wild Wings job. BWW has not been the **AMAZING JOB OF THE CENTURY** that I had hoped it would be. This is hard to wrap my head around because I believed that this job would actually help me move forward. I had hope that I would move up the ladder pretty quickly because I was "better" than some of my peers. I am afraid that this break I took has hurt my chances.
Church is a very different thing for different people. I have problems with many churches now that I have been religious on my own, without the leadership of certain preachers. Many churches hold ethical theories that I can not follow because they are not always following what they are saying themselves.
Going to church has become a hard thing for me because I follow my own ethical theories and tend to not believe that one has to be so strict in one's ways to find God. I also don't believe that some of the ethics preached in many conservative churches.
Off to do more ethical thinking.
I am working on working. The job that I held down pretty steadily has seemingly pushed me away since I had to take a break for the holidays. I was kicked out of the dorm for the whole of the holidays, and so I didn't have a place to stay.
I have been trying to essentially get my job back, which has proven pretty hard. I am trying to find another job outside of the Buffalo Wild Wings job. BWW has not been the **AMAZING JOB OF THE CENTURY** that I had hoped it would be. This is hard to wrap my head around because I believed that this job would actually help me move forward. I had hope that I would move up the ladder pretty quickly because I was "better" than some of my peers. I am afraid that this break I took has hurt my chances.
Church is a very different thing for different people. I have problems with many churches now that I have been religious on my own, without the leadership of certain preachers. Many churches hold ethical theories that I can not follow because they are not always following what they are saying themselves.
Going to church has become a hard thing for me because I follow my own ethical theories and tend to not believe that one has to be so strict in one's ways to find God. I also don't believe that some of the ethics preached in many conservative churches.
Off to do more ethical thinking.
1.04.2009
So I missed yesterday
My bad! Of course, I'm pretty sure no one is following this yet, so there's no reason to worry about it!
Driving three hours today in the rain was not enjoyable. I would have to say that my idea about covered roads should be brought up again. I saw three wrecks after the rain had passed. I would say we "made it through the rain" but it actually passed us and then we followed behind.
We being my suitemate and I. We caravaned to the school. This was partially because my car is a old, crippled thing that loves me, but has trouble continuing down the long road to my school.
It was also partially because my parents like it better when I caravan with someone.
I don't have much else to say today.
Driving three hours today in the rain was not enjoyable. I would have to say that my idea about covered roads should be brought up again. I saw three wrecks after the rain had passed. I would say we "made it through the rain" but it actually passed us and then we followed behind.
We being my suitemate and I. We caravaned to the school. This was partially because my car is a old, crippled thing that loves me, but has trouble continuing down the long road to my school.
It was also partially because my parents like it better when I caravan with someone.
I don't have much else to say today.
1.02.2009
Picture Taking
What are pictures today? What meaning do they have? I take pictures to both immortalize my times with my friends and to capture the beauty of the world around me. Which of these is art? Are either?
I love taking pictures for any reason and I wonder what makes them art. I went to an exhibit at the Frist Center about photography and how it's changed over the years. It was an interesting exhibit that showed some of the first pictures ever taken, how there were different art forms in photography, and even evolution of the snapshot.
The Kodak changed how people took pictures and remembered their family, friends, and times together. Snapshots may not be an art form, but that doesn't make them any less important to the people who take the pictures.
Most often I would rather be behind the camera than in front of it. I enjoy the entire process starting with capturing the image through the shutter onto the film, developing the film in a dark room, and the enlargement process.
Although digital is fast and can maybe even catch more detail than film can I will likely stick with film for some time. I have grown to love the rawness of working with the actual product. Because of time and cost restraints I haven't been able to use a darkroom for some time. The smell of film has become one of those that makes me calm, happy, almost satisfied.
Social network sites like Facebook and Myspace have made it easier to share pictures with friends and family. This has allowed people to come up with their own artform of picture-taking.
Take the "myspace-angle" for example. The photographer is his or her own subject with a drastic high angle shot. The "picture in the mirror with the phone" has also become a popular shot for social networks.
These pictures are not the artwork of past photographers, but with so many people taking pictures perhaps we will have more like Ansel Adams, Irving Penn, or Jane Fulton Alt.
I love taking pictures for any reason and I wonder what makes them art. I went to an exhibit at the Frist Center about photography and how it's changed over the years. It was an interesting exhibit that showed some of the first pictures ever taken, how there were different art forms in photography, and even evolution of the snapshot.
The Kodak changed how people took pictures and remembered their family, friends, and times together. Snapshots may not be an art form, but that doesn't make them any less important to the people who take the pictures.
Most often I would rather be behind the camera than in front of it. I enjoy the entire process starting with capturing the image through the shutter onto the film, developing the film in a dark room, and the enlargement process.
Although digital is fast and can maybe even catch more detail than film can I will likely stick with film for some time. I have grown to love the rawness of working with the actual product. Because of time and cost restraints I haven't been able to use a darkroom for some time. The smell of film has become one of those that makes me calm, happy, almost satisfied.
Social network sites like Facebook and Myspace have made it easier to share pictures with friends and family. This has allowed people to come up with their own artform of picture-taking.
Take the "myspace-angle" for example. The photographer is his or her own subject with a drastic high angle shot. The "picture in the mirror with the phone" has also become a popular shot for social networks.
These pictures are not the artwork of past photographers, but with so many people taking pictures perhaps we will have more like Ansel Adams, Irving Penn, or Jane Fulton Alt.
1.01.2009
First Day of the New Year
A new year has greeted the world and things appear to still be the same. No scare this year, nothing like the Y2K scare of a decade ago.
I am going to the doctor tomorrow to find out what is going on with my sinuses. I'll likely just get an antibiotic to help get rid of whatever it is exactly. Hopefully it's nothing major.
Today my parents and I went to Famous Dave's to have a late lunch with my grandparents. I'm not quite sure why we had dinner with them. Nothing amazing happened. It seems to be a running theme with the parents of my parents to desperately want to have dinner with me before I go back up to school. Why is this?
The waiter brought us fries to the table about 20 minutes after having taken our order. We were then privy to the secret of the sauces. Apparently the hottest sauce points north and the mustard sauce is on the East. It was interesting, but the waiter just wasn't into it.
The food was pretty good, but the salmon didn't melt in my mouth like it claimed it would. The fries were probably the best part of the whole meal with crunchy edges and soft warm insides. The directional sauces went quite well with the fries.
College Football Bowls litter the DiVo recordings' list. Which means more shortened football games than usual. This way of watching football actually tends to keep me more interested, but I sometimes look up the score and then don't care as much for the ending. My parents still get just as involved in the game as ever.
Tonight we'll likely end up watching some of this abbreviated football. I wonder who's actually playing right now.
I am going to the doctor tomorrow to find out what is going on with my sinuses. I'll likely just get an antibiotic to help get rid of whatever it is exactly. Hopefully it's nothing major.
Today my parents and I went to Famous Dave's to have a late lunch with my grandparents. I'm not quite sure why we had dinner with them. Nothing amazing happened. It seems to be a running theme with the parents of my parents to desperately want to have dinner with me before I go back up to school. Why is this?
The waiter brought us fries to the table about 20 minutes after having taken our order. We were then privy to the secret of the sauces. Apparently the hottest sauce points north and the mustard sauce is on the East. It was interesting, but the waiter just wasn't into it.
The food was pretty good, but the salmon didn't melt in my mouth like it claimed it would. The fries were probably the best part of the whole meal with crunchy edges and soft warm insides. The directional sauces went quite well with the fries.
College Football Bowls litter the DiVo recordings' list. Which means more shortened football games than usual. This way of watching football actually tends to keep me more interested, but I sometimes look up the score and then don't care as much for the ending. My parents still get just as involved in the game as ever.
Tonight we'll likely end up watching some of this abbreviated football. I wonder who's actually playing right now.
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