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Getting tired of the professionality of wordpress. Running back to my old flame tumblr. Update.

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Lights

Sometimes I wish I lived in the country.

(And then I realize I would have to live without cafés and friends)

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washington, d.c.

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Want to move to Capitol Hill someday, but for now I will take pictures, stay in hotels, and visit the Smithsonians. The people/security folks are much nicer here — do they personality screen the residents?

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Don’t you love how language books always look like they are made for small children. Ridiculous, dogs can’t talk! haha

Last days of small classes are always awkward for me, especially when you know the teacher on an “acquaintance” level. You never know if you should make a big deal about possibly never seeing your professeur again — someone that knows your name and that you had small talk conversations with — or just to walk out and probably look like an uncaring jerk (but spare you from the undignified “thanks you SO much”s and “I’ve learned so so very much from you”s).

Do you walk out with a group of people so it eliminates the one-on-one pressure (I’ve never done this, but it seems to be popular)? The polite-smile-and-look-down-while-walking-away-approach? The say nothing/do nothing/look at nothing technique? The “suck up that everyone else in the class wants to punch in the nose” goodbye?

Modalities Implemented this Qtr

Applied Anthro I just left because nearly everybody was trying to strike up a 5 minute long goodbye with her, and I didn’t want to wait around just to say wave goodbye (also it was mainly because I hadn’t eaten breakfast and really wanted food). But I did write her a note, which I stuffed in a book that I was returning to her. It was filled with the thank yous and you’re awesomes of struggling individual that badly wants to network with their professors.

French Said “Merci, au revoir” quietly while turning in my exam, but my teacher messed it up by grinning and saying “Au revoir Christine!” extremely loudly and disturbing everybody — and I thought teachers were suppose to be the professional ones. But I did end up keeping in touch with him (networking, baby), therefore all is forgiven.

Dance Hugged her, said I LOVE U RHONDA, and left. I think I only did this because I got hit in the head with a projectile rose while I was watching someone else’s performance. But she was awesome, so I guess it worked out pretty well.

3 courses down, still have Latin/Greek to go.

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@ work, practicing français & wondering

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Glad there’s no school tomorrow so I can stay up watching The Wire (someone just lent me the box set. Christmas has come real early for me this year).

I’m at this point in my life, a crossroads if you will.  Should I purse a mundane life of scientific academia, or an impoverished life devoted to the arts?  After I graduate, should I become a medical Dr. student/grad student or should I do some soul-searching/personal growth traveling in remote countries (with little money and the power of couch-hopping)?   IS THIS WHAT A MIDLIFE CRISIS FEELS LIKE?  It sucks that I’m only going to live to my 40s.

I’m more of a take-action (not like it’s the right action) type of gal, because it’s hard for me to just let something that bothers me sit and chill at the bottom of my brain.  I can’t really figure this one out though, and so far these are the type of advice I get from people:

You can be whatever you want, but you should be a teacher.  You’ll earn enough money to follow what ever “passion” you have on the side, and you get vacation time to travel.  It’s so easy.
Well I guess the problem is that I don’t want to graduate and then go immediately back to school.  If I teach, I’ll probably do it at the end of my life when I’ve gathered a chock full of experience and story-telling ammo.
You should keep that in mind though, I still think you can be a teacher.  That or be a doctor so you can help people.  Doctor or teacher is what you should do (Most unhelpful).  (You know I heard once that teaching isn’t a career choice, but a life choice.  You have to really love it…  I don’t really love it.  In fact, I may even like it as much as I like getting a paper cut on my face it)

I might work for a while so I can get some income to pay off my ridiculously large student tuition.
Don’t work.  You’ll get sucked into the thrill of earning $12.50/hr and probably end up a weirdo person that has worked in retail or dining services for 24yrs and says they “absolutely love it” while spending their evenings snacking on microwave dinners and watching reruns of soap operas on the telly… No offense to anybody.

Why don’t you major in Dance?
A third major?
Yeah why not, you’re almost done with your two now right?  You’ll only be here for another two years.
I don’t know, 3 majors sounds a little excessive.  Do you want a Hall’s Immune Defense?
Fck yes.

I’m leaning towards dropping my Bio major, and consequently, going into Visual Anthropology (or even Dance, if I’m desperate to live solely on passion, bread, and water) for the rest of my life.  It’s never right to decide so early on something so important.  So after grad, I’m very likely to take time off from school.  I guess I’ll go from there.

Also, contrary to my last post and this one, I will stop writing like any decision I make is a matter of pure unadulterated happiness or miserable existence type situations.  It’s just that the two things that I need deciding on are such polar opposites, and seems to me to be a question between selfishness, selflessness, and moneyness.

Adieu till the next time I decide to actually write in this self-reflexive manner — which will be when I finally decide to go forward instead of being stuck at this fork in the road.

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color

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Reality is gray, and colors are the accents.  Reality is conforming to the norm of society in order to survive, in order to earn income and have a roof over your head when it rains.  Colors are the superficial, aesthetically pleasing, “ne’er do wells” that serve nothing more than try to instill a uniqueness in the otherwise gray factual (physically hypothetical) world.

I had a discussion with somebody who had already decided that the colors were distracting in life, and all that mattered was the functionality and physical being of the gray matter.

Realism. Reality.

Priority was studying hard to get a good education, sealing a secure career, and providing for your family or those you feel close to.  Even if that means giving up a good opportunity for schoolwork.  That’s maturity.  That’s something I can never achieve because at the back of my mind, I still want to believe that people can be able to live passionately.  I think individuality, diversity, and empathy should co-exist.  I believe in being free-spirited (which shares a border with carelessness), never passing up a opportunity, and being confident in your beliefs.  To be a dreamer.  I can’t just see gray.

I want color.

Sometimes I hate heart 2 hearts w/ people… they force me to start butting heads w/ them.

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