Procrastinator II: the return

it's the weekend before finals! oh my god, i have too much shit to deal with that isn't even academic and it's stressing me out to the max. i just had a final this morning, as a matter of fact, but it wasn't, like too difficult i felt like dying when i saw what was on it. the thing was just a, you know..a major bitch since it was on a SATURDAY morning. oh. that reference reminds me of the times i used to do SATs and that sort of stuff. that was a real long time ago, when i think about it. maaaannnn...i don't want to be dealing with this even though it's seriously gon'be over right quick. what i'm worried about the most is this paper for one of my classes (seems every quarter i have to produce something of college-level writing relating to the course) that i haven't really started and it's worth a shitload of my total grade. dammit, i thought i told myself i was gonna start these sort of papers earlier. i'm still not entirely sure what i'll be writing about, too..AH ME GODS.

i'm looking forward to days when i feel like this. but that requires a bit more extroversion.

so.

um.

i think i'm going to cry in the corner over there and then start studying for my grammar police entrance exam (no lies, syntax makes you an official officer for real verbal offenses) and stress over my seemingly-never-to-be-started paper. i'm sure i'll get it done in time, it's just gonna be hell.

fill my Specifier

it's seriously like i have more time that i can handle, but it gets squandered ...mysteriously. having the day off wasn't the best thing ever as there were errands and such that needed to be "taken care of". claiming tiredness don't even come close to what i really feel. all this drinking an' pseudo-partying, though very fun at times, is fucking up my basic functioning. too far behind in shit i shoulda finished ages ago. anyways.

the quarter is almost over, like, really. the school year is nigh on ending. eeeee. although i'm close to declaring surviving a school year, i can't exactly say it was vastly successful. there are things i'd definitely fo differently, other people/groups i'd have liked to associate with, planning classes better and with care..BUT i'm not at all upset with what i did do, who i met, and a few of the things i learned. i'm basically sated for the time being.
yeah. there's too much going on and being worried about the upcoming year and planning potential super good times--i'm stressed beyond my age limit.

ways to manipulate giving "head"

it's may! oh man. thinking back on the things i was up to last year and vice versa..what an extreme turn of events. even the people i'm always with--totally, totally different, in a somewhat endearing approach, people. it's really weird when i think about it; what i'm doing and etc. i can't believe it, really, and i'm mostly terrified..probably without (any/good) reason.

i also feel like this has been neglected for an extended period of time. sorry. i mean, there definitely isn't a cult following for this blog, eh? no. i mean, what the hell are people gonna come on here to read? the random nostalgic shit i somehow remember after all these years? well..i do that, but only because there's a feasible relevance that induces me to laughter/tears/deep contemplation.bedsides, it's too creepy to think about all the people who about reading every little thing in here. anyway. it's so ..crazy. seeing and reading about my life back in the day. overall, very, very disappointing (except on my occasional overseas "excursions"). i'm theorizing things could be getting better..i must.

yeaaaaahh. so that's a brief and vague update on me life. relish it.

don't mind my chronic infatuation with british rock music. i can't even explain this resurgence--of '90s music no less! (and i really can't get enough of the smashing pumpkins' music videos. i would dig having me some angsty '90s teenage friends to go to house parties with.) gotta be lovin' that center-parted semi-long hair on guys. classic.

memories of two

i guess this is one of those times that's a little more obscure and self-reflective than normal. well. you might be thinking, "hey. this thing is always like that. there isn't anything here that i immediately understand unless it's through a stupid reference that i remember from that book/show/song/etc." in the grand tradition of things, this post will follow suit, undeniably and then some.

within in the past week, i've been engaging in activities i used to reserve for special occasions or, y'know, weekday nights after a difficult day dealing with clingy, violent kids. i'm not lamenting the fact it's going on, i really missed it--the stress, the talking, the bonding over questionable omelets, and i totally think those last two activities are nearly synonymous with the exception of the addition of food there--and although the ones these days aren't nearly as delicious (yes, i mean dinnertimes) or , dare i say, intimate, it's been a good substitute.

i really have to stop relying on the drinks to make my evening tops. i'm not that dependent, no.
and i've actually forgotten the point of this post, like always.

At Your local Kubrick library.

way too into school. i'm surprised i've been going out on monday nights, spending money, and ending up in questionably apartments filled with guys. it's cool. i'm used to it--bars, hotel rooms, bathrooms, i've dealt with them all. at least my social life is considerably more exciting.

here's a rundown on my new academic life: all my classes are loathsome, with the subject exception of italian where we always end up laughing about morire. there's a grandpa, a hipster, and some lady..i really miss last quarter with mr. sweaty. anyways! there are so many things to do and people for me to see, time schedule nonconflicting pending, that leave me excited, eager for le weekend.

so, lately all i've been watching is good ol' simpsons episodes, seasons 1, 2, and 5. here are two shots of attractive, fictional womans that often get lost in all the dialogue and story and the fact that you were eating that sandwich instead of watching the screen:




i really like marge with her hair down.next time i hope to catch some other good'lookin' guest star characters.

& Now I See

hey hey hey. ok. i neglected to say..i was on a glasses hunt. this wasn't even recent! i mean, i like my cheapie ones from korea, but they weren't exactly what i was looking for..plus i needed to update my prescription. i happen to be nearsighted and it was really weird that my eyesight was apparently better than the last time i went in (this further fuels my theory that i'm aging backwards). after countless days of scouring the internets for nice frames and wondering if the retro red ones i snatched up at the salvations army were right for me, i found warby parker through notcot. their frame selection has everything i ever thought about putting on my face and the price was relatively decent. Also! for every frame sold via them they donate a pair to someone who needs some vision correction in a veritably less providing country. essentially: buy and they gift glasses to the needy (pending these people need them). there's this nice feature where you can pick some frames to be sent to you to try on irl if you can't get to someplace that carries them (i guess another nice way to gauge if they look good on you via friends/family/pets/people on the street) for five days. so, here are the ones i initially picked out:

i really like the little box they came in! anyway, they probably look all black, but the fourth one was actually a deep navy...after trial and error and reconsiderations and input, i decided that the owen (second pictured in the preceding pictures) would be mine in my quest for fashionably better eyesight. i received them in the mail last week and, by golly they're nice! i look exquisitely educated and i can see better/suffer less eye pain because i used to be an avid squinter.

i don't know if i ever mentioned it on here and i can't tell if it's evident from one of the blogs i've linked on the "get thee to--" section on the side there, but i adore glasses. i'll even go as far to say i have a glasses fetish (well, maybe not that extreme, but damn near close). i can't pinpoint when or why it happened, although i know the first guy i ever liked wore them...i guess it's the connotations that are synonymous with wearing them (eg: scholarly) and how they can make faces look all the more better. with the latter said, not all glasses enhance equally so i don't drool over any ol' fellow wearing a pair. if done correctly, however, like in this case and in the manner of my italian teacher last quarter, i just might start to obsess.

ambidextrous appendages, pleasure, YOU.

@ i seriously want to give it up.
ill-formed!
onto the new stuff going on this week...my god. i don't remember how many times i've written about school, anything related to it, the students (and the elite crew known as my pals), and teachers. i've a sneaking suspicion i won't be stopping anytime soon and that induces queasiness. so. i don't care for any of my teachers this go around. the best score i'll give is moderately pedestrian--and that'll definitely alter as the weeks roll by. i was upset i couldn't do the francophone film class as it is instructed in french (...maintenant, je parle le français trés mauvais. je pense. alors, je devrais étudier chaque jour, hein?). it feels like it's gonna be a looooooooong week, but it's running smoothly thus far. so. it starts off tolerable. oh so tolerable.