Minor falls, major lifts
So I've been failing to blog ever since starting this entry over a week ago. And now that it is 6AM on a Sunday morning and I STILL haven't fallen asleep, I'm going to pound this one out. It's going to be an interesting Sunday/Monday. But anyway, regarding my lack of blogging output:
Symptoms? Starting to blog about something and then either losing interest or having my vocabulary evaporate into a cloud of illiterate idiocy.
Diagnosis? Possible ADD or a (more likely) case of too-much-crap-going-on-at-once-itis.
Prescription? Bullet points.
So here goes.
1. Stress. How it affects us differently, and how we have learned to deal with it differently. Specifically, how I'm starting to worry that I don't worry about certain things.
2. Housing. Shenanigans all around. Finally found someone to sublease my place, but now the scramble begins to secure housing for May. Additional woes of transportation and the lack of car.
3. Travel. China with Katie basically confirmed. To do: plan itinerary, buy plane tickets, suck up to relatives and polish off that Mandarin. And I don't mean cleaning oranges.
4. Employment. Shit. I haven't done jack, and if I don't find some (gainful employment), I will be woefully idle for the month of May.
5. Food. Trying to learn how to cook Korean. Examples, tteokbokki:
Delicious. Trust.
6. Love. Or rather, lack thereof. Interpretation of my (apparent) dismissal of all things romantic has garnered interestingly mixed responses (read: shits all over the map). Not sure how to interpret these interpretations. Why don't people talk to me instead of about me anymore?
7. Diversions. Relaxing into old (bad) habits and failing to turn helpful academic activities into normalized routines. But I still have the rest of the year to work on this particular resolution.
8. Whimsy. This one goes out my girl Maddie who is our self-proclaimed bus driver to the burning place. Well, Maddie dear, I have found your vehicle:

Stolen from Ms. Sewell.
Symptoms? Starting to blog about something and then either losing interest or having my vocabulary evaporate into a cloud of illiterate idiocy.
Diagnosis? Possible ADD or a (more likely) case of too-much-crap-going-on-at-once-itis.
Prescription? Bullet points.
So here goes.
1. Stress. How it affects us differently, and how we have learned to deal with it differently. Specifically, how I'm starting to worry that I don't worry about certain things.
2. Housing. Shenanigans all around. Finally found someone to sublease my place, but now the scramble begins to secure housing for May. Additional woes of transportation and the lack of car.
3. Travel. China with Katie basically confirmed. To do: plan itinerary, buy plane tickets, suck up to relatives and polish off that Mandarin. And I don't mean cleaning oranges.
4. Employment. Shit. I haven't done jack, and if I don't find some (gainful employment), I will be woefully idle for the month of May.
5. Food. Trying to learn how to cook Korean. Examples, tteokbokki:
Delicious. Trust.6. Love. Or rather, lack thereof. Interpretation of my (apparent) dismissal of all things romantic has garnered interestingly mixed responses (read: shits all over the map). Not sure how to interpret these interpretations. Why don't people talk to me instead of about me anymore?
7. Diversions. Relaxing into old (bad) habits and failing to turn helpful academic activities into normalized routines. But I still have the rest of the year to work on this particular resolution.
8. Whimsy. This one goes out my girl Maddie who is our self-proclaimed bus driver to the burning place. Well, Maddie dear, I have found your vehicle:

Stolen from Ms. Sewell.
Labels: 2008, existentialism, food, motivation, promises, rationalism, The Burning Place
