Protesting the Outdoors.

I woke up today, cracked my eyelids as the sun assaulted my vision, and realized that outside my window there was a layer of snow covering the ground. I rolled over, groaned, and cursed Michigan for it's fickle sense of weather. I mean really, it's almost May! So I've spent the day pouting about it by refusing to go outdoors. I started the day by learning how to use the new french press we just bought, and smoking a cigarette inside (breaking my own rule). I then proceded to watch 3 episodes of Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations and applied for about ten online jobs. I am now watching the U.K. Skins and getting on Tumblr. Later I'm going to make spaghetti and then finally I will venture outdoors top go to my sociology class. So until then, I will stay snuggled up in my freshly washed blankets watching crappy overindulgent tv shows on Netflix.

I find myself...

I find myself so often scrambling to finish my homework at the last minute. Admittedly, procrastination is one of my greatest faults! But this time it was kind of justified. Michigan had it's first warm day in about five months today. And I'm not talking sorta-kinda-maybe warm enough to go out without a jacket kind of warm, no no. I'm talking about 82 degreesunshine so bright you need sunglasses and shorts kind of weather!
So instead of sitting inside dying but responsibly completing my assignments, I went kayaking for over three hours on the Grand River. I got sunburned, I look like a lobster, but it was so beautiful. It's almost indescribable the kind of view you get from a kayak. We also stopped for lunch on the bank of the river and had crackers and strawberries and cheese and drank orange pop and just let the sun warm us up and it was so PERFECT.
It really was a beautiful way to spend an afternoon. The only problem was I had to come home and dive into the intimidatingly large pile of homework that I put off and though I am now giving up, I have been working on it since about 8 and it is now almost two in the morning. WOW. And I'm still not even all the way done! Yay college!

Oh College, You Fickle Creature

College is such an enigma to me. Sometimes I feel right at home amongst all the coffee drinking hipsters, the loud talking party girls and frat guys with their hats turned sideways talking to their bros about god knows what. Other times I'm thinking...what am I doing here? Especially when I was going to school at Central I was always at either end of the spectrum, either really happy to be out of the house, or really misplaced and lost feeling. And it wasn't just that I was living off ramen noodles and cigarettes. Things were just weird in general.
And it's not just the social aspect of it, the academia sometimes feels over my head. Other times however, something clicks and I actually feel like I'm being challenged and I'm learning something interesting and useful.
Now that I'm back at the local community college I feel like I'm cheating and taking the easy way out even though I'm told that it's the same education for a lower price. Which is probably true. But I can't help but feeling that it's the simpler option. Not as much thought and effort involved. But maybe that's good. I have always preferred doing other things with my time instead of going to class. Even in high school my attendance record wasn't great. My problems are many, they include not going to bed until very very late at night, not waking up until very late in the day, procrastination, laziness, failure to plan ahead, and the general assumption that the things I really need will find me and fall into my lap.
For these reasons and many others a four year university was a waste of money for me at this point in my life. I'm unorganized, and I'm kind of a stoner. Since getting this job I have been feeling a little more responsible but even so I'm nowhere near as prepared as I should be. Anywho, I'm applying for another job tomorrow but I also have a huge amount of work due for my writing class that is all scattered across my desk. Oh well!

4 A.M. Munchies

It's strange the foods you crave at 4 in the morning after being up all night. Even though I am not drunk, not even close, just the fact that it is so late/ early makes me crave junk food.

On the way back to my house after leaving a house party that was very sub-par, and don't worry I didn't drink or I wouldn't have driven, my friends and I stopped at the 24 hour gas station in my town. The glaring flourescent lighting, though terrible for eyes used to dimly lit rooms, shines a halo over the aisles and aisles of twinkies and potato chips.

Scanning the rows for the perfect late night snack, to top off a not so perfect evening, while still trying to remain on a diet is one of the tougher things in life.

I finally decided on chocolate milk and then came home to eat leftover chicken from who knows how long ago. Now here I sit, head throbbing quite unfairly due to the fact I did not drink, and about to crash and sleep until 1 o clock tomorrow afternoon. Hoping no one in my house wakes up. Patting myself on the back for avoiding a hangover.