I was to start off by saying I think it's amazing how a shower has the power to make you feel like a new person in just 5 to 20 minutes, and smell great at the same time.
After an almost devastating discover/realization yesterday, I think I won't be able to double major in psychology and biology and be pre-med. Due to this I at least have my selection choices minimized to 3 instead of 4, but it's a bit crushing to think that a biology degree isn't an option now. On the hand, it's also a bit relieving to at least know that I won't have to triple up in my science courses for 3 semesters. Just thinking about taking Orgo, Biochemistry, Genetics, and a Language all at once is enough stress to make someone insane.
Now I'm back to: {RECAP TIME}
+ Double Psych/Music (getting more and more appealing)
+ Psych Major/Music Minor
+ Psych Major/Visual Arts Minor
Sad News: Barcode and Jazz [3rd Seney, class cancelling zebra and the lesser known Oxford zebra] have both seized from their owners because they didn't apply for their wild/exotic animal permit and now they are both off in some midwest zoo somewhere living in some ritzy native, natural environment simulation reproduction. This makes me feel like Oxford has just lost a bit of its intrigue and colorful, oddity appealing atmosphere to me.
Recently (being this first crossed my mind 5mins ago) I've been thinking about the popular "Buck List," basically a list of things you want to do before you die, and I seem to have a few tasks or activities that majorly stand out: [Get ready for yet another list]
+ Hike the Appalachian Trail (AT)
+ Shave my head/Buzz my hair [to happen right before starting the AT]
+ Sky dive
+ Travel around the World
+ SCUBA dive
+ Sell stuff at an Artist/Seasonal Craft/Wares Tent Festival
+ Go to at least 10 concerts [bands]
+ Visit all 50 states
Hopefully, I can get around to those that are just off the top of my head. I think 4 of them would be really easy to cross off. I'm young and have plenty of time left to get through them.
Recently, things have been weird in my life because I'll be doing something or in a situation and I find my self thinking about what's going on and I have such a hard feeling like it's really occurring. It's almost like this reality isn't truly happening. It's more like an out-of-body experience than current time. Even while driving I totally zone out. I'm aware of the road and surrounding cars, so I'm being safe and cautious, but inside my mind there's really nothing going on. On the positive side, getting from spot A to spot B is relatively quick, but on the otherhand moderately frightening. It makes me ask the question "Is this really happening?" and "How do I know that I'm really living life?"
These are just some types of questions thought about: "What's really outside our planet's atmosphere?," "How do we conceptualize the way computers and TVs work just through assembling materials together in a particular order?," "Why is the color 'blue,' 'blue' and not 'red' or 'plant?,'" "Why do we exist and do we all have some specific purpose?"
I guess a large portion of these kinds of questions is the entire reason why Philosophy, Religion, and other related areas of thought came about. All to answer these questions that are difficult to wrap our minds around.
Oddly enough, the question of how we justify the assignment of names to different things such as odjects and colors still really baffles me; how technology works can also be added to that baffling list.
At times having these thoughts makes me feel like I crazy and different from society or other people. Ha, don't want to through the term 'society' to loosely around.
Well, I feel as though I've sufficiently carried on and on with my craziness for the day that I'm tired of thinking as well as concentrating on attempting at proper grammar and coherent sentence structure.
Now to working on the important stuff. The 12 to 14 cello pieces I need to know pretty damn well in a week!
I leave you with penguin hugs
1.05.2009
1.03.2009
the ending to a beginning?
well, nice to see you "blog" again.
it's been quite some time since I've 'blogged' and I'd say it's about time to start back at it
I mean how have i lived with this lack of:
+ coming up with cliche/corny/pun-y/lacking titles
+ grammar errors throughout
+ endless run-ons and fragments
+ a plethora of comma splice
+ lots of typos
+ good ole spelling errors
+ lastly, the immense wordiness
and god, who can forget the immense wordiness
{there's no meaning to the title. i felt it sounded clever.}
ughhh, these past 2 years [as little as that sounds] have been so crammed full of events, new developments, and "discoveries" [for lack of a better term] that I'm just going to assume we're caught up to date, blog.
I would just sound positively ridiculous with this post if I wrote as if I were writing to imaginary figure known as "blog." I could go with 'blog buddy' if I wanted, but come on. Plus, we all know [consciously or unconsciously] blogs serve to fulfill a personal reason more so than that of the readers. So, with that in mind I intend to take a more apathetic, nonchalant attitude toward the Blogger world.
I feel like I'm just coming off in such advance as an ass abruptly. ALLITERATION! I tried so hard to repeat those A words that I sacrificed writing a coherent sentence; the price I pay to point out one of the few literary devices I have in my minimal English terms arsenal.
So, college. Interesting place at times. Stressful, bitchfest equally too.
At least I get to study Primary Sources of the personality theory writings of:
Freud, Adler, Jung, Horney, Gilligan, A. Freud, Erikson, B. F. Skinner, Rogers, Maslow, Shunryu Suzuki, and Thich Nhat Hanh <--(That looks like pulling random letters out of a hat)
You know, just to name a few and not give an exhaustive list of psychologist's names.
Recently, the main question at hand has been what do I do with life and what focus or 'path' of sorts do I take. When I talk about this of course I'm talking about declaring a major/double major/major and minor. It all just seems so final and set-in-stone that it's very intimidating to think that this decision will close so many doors in my future. On the Greener side, the decision does open tons of new doors, only those doors are just the more specialized areas within the major I settle on. At this moment I'm stuck between the following options:
+ Double Psychology/Biology
+ Double Psychology/Music
+ Psychology Major/Music Minor
+ Psychology Major/Visual Arts Minor
In each of the 4 the two major or minor pairing compliment each other, relate, and I can see the options in the future of possible specializations.
Once I rest upon that final spot I think much of these anxious feelings will dissipate. Until then I'll keep 'em going strong.
Well, my throat is scratchy and I need to go right that now.
Next time I'm going to work at limiting my use of lists and the (), {}, and [] symbols. That's my goal. We'll see how well I stick to that.
xoxo,
gossip girl
(I should probably watch at least one episode before ever using that)
it's been quite some time since I've 'blogged' and I'd say it's about time to start back at it
I mean how have i lived with this lack of:
+ coming up with cliche/corny/pun-y/lacking titles
+ grammar errors throughout
+ endless run-ons and fragments
+ a plethora of comma splice
+ lots of typos
+ good ole spelling errors
+ lastly, the immense wordiness
and god, who can forget the immense wordiness
{there's no meaning to the title. i felt it sounded clever.}
ughhh, these past 2 years [as little as that sounds] have been so crammed full of events, new developments, and "discoveries" [for lack of a better term] that I'm just going to assume we're caught up to date, blog.
I would just sound positively ridiculous with this post if I wrote as if I were writing to imaginary figure known as "blog." I could go with 'blog buddy' if I wanted, but come on. Plus, we all know [consciously or unconsciously] blogs serve to fulfill a personal reason more so than that of the readers. So, with that in mind I intend to take a more apathetic, nonchalant attitude toward the Blogger world.
I feel like I'm just coming off in such advance as an ass abruptly. ALLITERATION! I tried so hard to repeat those A words that I sacrificed writing a coherent sentence; the price I pay to point out one of the few literary devices I have in my minimal English terms arsenal.
So, college. Interesting place at times. Stressful, bitchfest equally too.
At least I get to study Primary Sources of the personality theory writings of:
Freud, Adler, Jung, Horney, Gilligan, A. Freud, Erikson, B. F. Skinner, Rogers, Maslow, Shunryu Suzuki, and Thich Nhat Hanh <--(That looks like pulling random letters out of a hat)
You know, just to name a few and not give an exhaustive list of psychologist's names.
Recently, the main question at hand has been what do I do with life and what focus or 'path' of sorts do I take. When I talk about this of course I'm talking about declaring a major/double major/major and minor. It all just seems so final and set-in-stone that it's very intimidating to think that this decision will close so many doors in my future. On the Greener side, the decision does open tons of new doors, only those doors are just the more specialized areas within the major I settle on. At this moment I'm stuck between the following options:
+ Double Psychology/Biology
+ Double Psychology/Music
+ Psychology Major/Music Minor
+ Psychology Major/Visual Arts Minor
In each of the 4 the two major or minor pairing compliment each other, relate, and I can see the options in the future of possible specializations.
Once I rest upon that final spot I think much of these anxious feelings will dissipate. Until then I'll keep 'em going strong.
Well, my throat is scratchy and I need to go right that now.
Next time I'm going to work at limiting my use of lists and the (), {}, and [] symbols. That's my goal. We'll see how well I stick to that.
xoxo,
gossip girl
(I should probably watch at least one episode before ever using that)
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