Winding Down

In just nine days, I will officially be a college sophomore.

How weird is that to think about? I'm almost done with my first year of college! I mean, I have to haul ass because I've got so much to do between now and then, but that's not the point. This year went by so incredibly fast, particularly this semester.

Between now and then, though, I have to:

- Read four chapters for Parapsychology
- Write a short story for Parapsychology
- Read six chapters for Propaganda
- Finish a take home midterm for Juvenile Delinquency
- Finish an Italian composition

And then there's all those finals themselves...Oh, the hole I've dug for myself. And we all know how well Arc does with procrastination (as proven by this post, which is taken the place of school work, and eating, seeing as the food here just doesn't appeal and I've only got nine dollars left on my meal card).

Then there's friends, and a boy, and Beltane is this weekend...I'm so screwed.

Wander safely (and say a prayer for me, I'll need it XD),
Arc.

Girl Genes - I'm Missing Them

Not girl jeans, I have plenty of those. I'm wearing some right now, actually. However, there's an assortment of things people with XX chromosomes can do, and for some reason, I'm lacking them.

I can't really walk in high heels. I sort of can, if they're not stilettos, but I teeter side to side something vicious. I also take really big steps, so it doesn't look very lady-like.

Speaking of shoes, I've only got five pairs; two pairs of converse, vans, flip-flops, and snow boots. That's all I need. I could go out and buy more, or I could get a new books. Shoes, or books? I'm thinking books.

I can't hook my bra behind my back.

I'm kinda bad at makeup. I can do eyeliner pretty well, but the majority of my makeup skills involve putting it on someone else, and that's only when it's stage makeup.

My handwriting is horrendous.

I'm definitely a guy when it comes to getting up. I pull myself out of bed fifteen minutes before I need to leave, put on clothes, pull my hair back, and run out the door.There was a point (sophomore year) where I would get up an hour before I needed to leave, shower, pick out clothes, do my hair, makeup (raccoon eyes ftw!), etc....And then I realized I could sleep for another forty-five minutes instead. No brainer, there. Besides, it leaves a much bigger impression when I actually take the time to doll myself up.

I wear the same pair of jeans for a week before washing them. I just do. It's easier that way (and I've only got three pairs of jeans, anyways).

All my laundry gets done at once, when I'm out of underwear. Yeah, I could separate it into darks and colors and whites, but that takes too much time. This might be a college kid thing, though.

My friend did my eyebrows for me for the first time the other day, and I'm never doing it again. It hurts. For the most part, they're thinner, and definitely not worth the half hour of pain and sitting still.

The one really girly thing I do is my nails. I like having my nails done, but by done, I mean painted myself. I could get three burritos for the same price as getting my nails done at a salon. Salon nails, or burritos? I'm leaning towards burritos.

Same goes for my hair. I get my hair cut maybe twice a year, and that's only because I can't remember when the last time I got it cut was. I dye my hair a lot, but that's out of a box. Getting your hair done professionally is expensive.

Sometimes I think I ought to put more effort into being a woman. I'd like to be pretty and pull of those feminine things, but I dunno. It's just hard. I have no idea how people do it. I think I need a refresher course in "Girl Lessons".

Wander safely,
Arc.

Time Management: Come Again?

New Year’s Resolutions: a time of reflection, to better yourself, to change what you don’t like...A time to make many claims you won’t follow through with.

I never got the point of New Year’s Resolutions. Why wait for January first to change something about yourself? Is it supposed to make it a more credible change or something? I bet you won’t be surprised to know that more gym memberships are made in January than any other month of the year.

I don’t save my resolutions for New Year’s. I don’t believe it has special powers, or will make me a better person. I make me a better person any day of the year. On this particular day, I think I need better time management, especially with a new semester approaching fast.

I’m a horrible, horrible procrastinator. I write papers due at ten am at two am, or sometimes even two hours before class. I once spent nine hours in front of a computer the day before a massive research paper was due because I hadn’t started it yet. I think I made Mater fear for my sanity that day; we’d be sitting in a silent room, both of us working away, and all of a sudden I’d scream at the top of my lungs and slam my head into the desk. It happened many times.

My poor time management is not a new thing. When a teacher says, “This isn’t an assignment you can do in one night”, I think; Challenge accepted. Bring it on. While this mindset makes it incredibly impressive when you get your project back with an A-, and you can state proudly, “I did all of this the night before”, it’s really not fun. It’s nerve-racking, painful, and exhausting. It only gets worse in college. 

So, with this lovely BOW’11 challenge, I am attempting to manage my time. At least this way, I can do it with something. For example, it is currently January third at 8:43 pm. It was originally going to be posted on the tenth, but I felt like posting something funny (see that last pretty post down there?). LOOK AT ME BE PRODUCTIVE!

...Yeah, productivity isn’t a strong point of mine, either. Sure, I could write my term paper, or I could read fanfiction. I could read the required chapters for English, or I could crochet a hat. I could do my Italian homework, or I could knit. You see where this is going.

Scratch that; I am productive. I make a lot of hats, scarves, and hand warmers. I teach people how to knit, crochet, and I maintain a job. I’m just really, really bad about my homework.


The highlight of my first semester at college? I crocheted EIGHTEEN HATS.

Wander safely,

Arc.