people are too trusting

And as in people, I mean me. I thought the abode of the office was enough security.

An excerpt from my thoughts:
"I am, at this very moment, very worried about what appears to be a grand theft of $8.10. I attached the receipt to the bills, the two dimes nestled on top. As I returned from my third errand of the day, I was absolutely mortified by the disappearance of the money - the proof of my job well done. Whomever swiped way my integrity, you couldn't have even left the dimes now could you!"

All is well though. Because it ended well.
And I have my proof and my integrity.

"just go read a book"

I had run all of my errands for work, and my employer had nothing left for me to do. So I asked every professor on the second floor for something, anything, any small task to complete so I would feel like I had at least accomplished something.

One suggestion was, "why don't you just go read a book." 

In fact, that is exactly what I did.

Machiavelli, always. 

-some of the best advice I've been given in a long time. Thank you, English professors.

And might I add that the Print Store is quite impressive. 

see:  http://takeitorleaveitbutatleastthinkaboutit.blogspot.com/2012/03/who-would-have-known-printing.html

on Class Registration

I almost hoped that the online portal would crash, just so I could effectively argue out my case that class registration in the wee hours of the morning should be outlawed, taxed, exiled, shot.

Class registration is one of the most effective ways to INCREASE my blood pressure.

I need my sleep and my sanity, and this entire process strips me of both. Although there is some degree of satisfaction when you actually register for the classes that you need (not even the ones that you want at your preferred times), though hardly ever the case.

I question my moral propensities by my reactions to situations like these. Must I conform to my own will...

Please feel free to cease reading; everything after this is just my rambling, it's not even a logically constructed rant.

So now I'm just sitting here, in doldrums, the middle-aged spread because I cannot go back to sleep after such a time as this; both the bookstore and library are closed so I cannot do my homework (never bought the book) (have to print out my homework from the library anyways and the library was closed yesterday too); and the Caf has not opened yet.

If I was to pursue being one of those self-starter, I'm going to go for a 5 mile run before my morning class! type of people this very morning, I might actually die. I've already memorized enough pi and poems to keep me going for a few hours, and I read all of my leisure books yesterday.

Coffee on the quad to welcome the new day with the birds chirping it is. Now, if I could only get some decent coffee, or tea. Everything is closed at this time of morning. A Wallmart run is needed, but I just can't bring myself to it. Maybe I could join an "Early Risers of Birmingham Club" or something. My employer is really going to like me when I show up for work this morning during convo hour and I'm already beat, but strung out on caffeine. Such a great start after a replenishing weekend.

My subtleties often leave people confused. Please, let me explain:


At least I'm consistent with the whole "dreading waking up" theme. I don't want to go back to bed because I dread the very fact of getting up (because Tuesdays are terrible days), going through the painstaking routine and realization that my slumbers have been stolen, again, and I can't live in my own little dream world full of Renaissance Art tours and olive grove frolicking forever.

So here I am with Joe, a cup of, that is.

Friday.

It's the waiting that kills us in the long-run - or if not what ultimately kills us, it is definitely the pathogen. Whether through anticipation or boredom, the mental capacity used is a waste and hinders our creativity. I am on the quest to find a productive use of my time, time spent waiting - a time well spent through a simple venture of a multitask. This is it. This is the time. This is your time to do something productive.

- when we are "being productive," are we really?
- so we should counter the non-productive productivity with a productive non-productivity.


Perfect productive non-productive moments include:
airplanes
car rides
basically any transportation
arriving early
waiting in line
customer care service on the phone
loitering
waiting for the kettle to boil
waiting for the microwave...

those people... :table hoggers and mindful bloggers

We've all come across a time or a hundred when we are looking for a table to sit at for our large group, and there is a perfectly round and empty table where only one person is sitting. How annoying and inconsiderate! That table would have been an excellent one indeed! we exclaim. And although there are several other available tables, we continue to scoff at the loner at that table.

Well folks, today I was the loner at my OWN BOOTH. Lunch had hardly begun, and I thought I'd treat myself to a nice high-backed chair and study while I ate at my own leisure. Yes, I overheard the condescending remarks, yes, I saw their glances.

I was perfectly happy where I was. And you know what, had a large group sat at that very booth, MY BOOTH, they probably would not have reaped the same satisfaction as I did. I was not subjected to mindless chatter, thus I was able to enjoy my own harmony, where as they would have been so consumed with themselves, that they would have paid no attention to the booth and would have forgotten the satisfaction it provided. They would have been, however, subconsciously satisfied. But, they would have thought that their satisfaction came from their constant yappiness and witless intuitions, and thus, the cycle repeats itself quite remarkably.

Sometimes, silence should be the only option. Communal silence is even better. It is not awkward, but the people aforementioned would never see it that way, would they now?

Let's just enjoy the booth, maybe we can talk - but about something of substance, please.

on Crepuscular

Crepuscular is a grotesque word indeed. Such a grotesque-sounding word for something that is rather charming!

The moon was really ethereal tonight, thanks to moderate glaze of clouds.

that moment when... :mreow

that moment when all you can respond with is a "mreow." It's not even a complete "meow;" it's a "mReow."

I would have to say that a simple cat noise is the universal language. Forget Morse Code, Love, or Leet. A simple mreow can cover the entire spectrum of feelings and expressions.

So what if I'm frustrated with the computer, and I wish to Meow. So what if I'm find something rather interesting and rather than exclaiming "cool!" I would rather exclaim "Meow." So what if I find out some disappointing news and instead of saying, "how sad" I "Meow" as my personal sentiment.

Any remaining remarks from the council?
yes, mreow.


The cats have taken over our lives.

While every girl is dressing up in cutsie skirts and summery shirts, they are secretly wanting to wear this:

What if I went around barking? Would that be socially acceptable, hunh?
Since when did meowing become socially acceptable? Ah, society reverts to it's primitive, tribal habits, and it's all happening because a few people had no friends (guys) so then they befriended cats, and then they found other friends (sans guys) who were obsessed with cats, and now we have a whole population of the modern tribal women meowing because their only friends are cats and other cat-lovers. Thanks gentlemen... but really.