Your mom is futile

"Writing in this blog is not futile. As I read my last post I laugh at my "cute" idea of getting organized and prepared for my 2nd semester of college. Currently, I've dug myself into an academic hole that I have a 3-day weekend to fix. I'll cut myself some slack: I'm human. However, I won't allow myself to be consumed with procrastination and apathy any longer. I literally can't afford it."

Live and Learn

My first semester of college is over and now I am recovering from finals with a skewed sleeping pattern. In retrospect, the perfectionist side of myself is berating me for my overall effort. The slacker in me is beaming with pride; a job well done. I'm proud of my A's in my more challenging classes, but my semi-decent grade in British Literature is NOT reflective of my knowledge, but of my effort.

I learned to the extent of academic hell my severe case of procrastination can get me into: I didn't pull all-nighters, instead, I didn't sleep for three days. Not consecutively, of course. In my last final on Friday, I had two coffees on an empty stomach and an unrested mind. I had the craziest caffeine induced jitters, I couldn't even concentrate and I needed to pee. I got a B.

Now all I can do is rethink next semester's "ANTI-procrastination" strategy to get things done; However, that is in the back of my mind right now. I've got a lot going on right now to deal with before we can talk about January 19th, 2010.

This Post is an Intervention

Forgive me blog for I have sinned. It has been almost a month since I last posted on my blogspot. However my time has been engaged with the time waster that is Farmville and blogging on a smaller scale via Twitter. I don't want to sound incredibly lazy, but Twitter is a godsend for lazy/busy people (one can be both!)


I'm usually not very competitive, but Farmville is another story; I'm competing with my friend to see who can move up the levels quicker. You'd think we could compete in a more productive way, like seeing who can keep up with their assigned readings? I don't know if it's only in my campus, but it's probably the biggest time waster for students since Myspace/Facebook. Honestly why are all these future teachers, nurses, lawyers, and garbage personnel so intrigued with a virtual farming game? Well, no one has explained the appeal of Hanna Montana or Ugg Boots to me either.



On the other hand, I am proud to say I have a twitter, at least now I do. Originally, I was skeptical because I saw too much over-sharing in tweets. Real names appear on their Twitter page and yet some still use it as a platform to flame others or to share TMI from last night. I've read tweets from people I farely know, but don't really"know" and some of them come across as "Trying too hard to be seen as the "party person" or as the "Overachiever with a drinking problem."

Well if someone read my tweets they'd probably think I was a bit of a space cadet; I usually post my daily achievements, random thoughts, or the days funniest remarks. I like reading my tweets a week later and laughing or cheering myself up with them. Twitter although constricting with its' 140 character limit makes it much easier to keep up with friends, It serves as its' own RSS feed, and I can continue with the positives like tweeting via text, but I'll stop at being able to keep up with friends.

Now that I think about, I need to get off the Twitter and off the Farmville and go do something worthy of a post. or a tweet. or a round of Farmville.

The Horrors @ Emo's Austin 09/26/09

The Horrors are one of the few musical acts worth traveling past San Antonio for. They are possibly so good, they are worth traveling out of Texas for as well. I was so exited of the proximity of the concert I bought the tickets two months in advance and winced later at the thought of not hearing my favorite songs from their first CD Strange House.

To be honest, I was apprehensive of their follow up, Primary Colours, before the concert because I was blinded by the amazing garage sound of Strange House. I had put them on a pedestal in a box that disapproved of anything that didn't follow their formula of 3 minute loud, high energy, guitar driven songs. I couldn't imagine The Horrors taken a turn into a New Wave and heavily synthesized sound.

At the beginning of the concert I was kind of disappointed they didn't bring the same erratic energy that was Strange House. However, as they played Primary Colours, in its entirety, the crowd was held in a trance, with a just as strong intensity. They didn't need to rile the crowd into a epileptic rage as the did in their encore with their best from Strange House. Primary Colours invoked a different kind of reaction.

When I went to sleep after the concert, I couldn't get the mesmerizing keyboard of "Mirror's Image" out of my head; The music from Primary Colours is so intense it haunted my dreams. The day after the concert I had to buy the CD off of iTunes because I couldn't get the beats and rhythms out of my head. Buying the CD has only made this condition worse, not alleviated it.

One of the most amazing musical acts I've ever had the pleasure to almost asphyxiate in a crowd for and who don't have to work to create a stage presence; The Horrors are the stage presence. I am amazed of the two albums they have produced in the four years of their existence. I officially offer my blind faith to trust their brilliance as they continue to produce mind controlling music that won't allow me to think without having a repeating keyboard beat in my head.

Needs versus Wants

I can't find an outlet for my writing, except for my blog. and twitter.

The TAMIU newspaper only gets people who have taken journalism. Yeah, that's not going to happen; I'm taking my basics. I could have written at the big schools like TAMU or Tech, all they wanted were samples of my writing.

In my British Lit class, we are only going to write 1 essay all semester. A 700 word essay. My AP class was harder than that, and I'm not sure if that's good or bad. The reading selections in the class are excellent, so I'm not complaining.

I don't need the money or the grade, I just want to write. I just need to write.

Hell, I get a kick out of fixing my friend's papers, even when he is far away at UT. I can't even do that either at TAMIU, you have to be a sophomore to tutor English. I am cursed.

I guess I'll just have take to the blog more often or cry myself to sleep out of boredom.

Yo amo a Nueva York!

I would like to apologize to my Blog for not showing it the attention it deserves. This is for my personal enjoyment and either I've been busy living life or I've been neglecting the joy that is blogging. Sigh, If only I had an iPhone!

Since the last time I had the chance to pause, reflect, and blog, I've . . .

• Traveled to NYC
• Failed My Psychology Exam
• Failed My Algebra Exam
• Received my financial aid refund

I would like to overload this with elaborate detail, but I have to do what I'm "suppose to be doing" and that is preparing myself for the future exams that will have me lying awake at night. I'll let some photos do the talking.

Too busy too blog.