Translation: Fingers crossed.
Summer is officially over and it's back to school. After sixteenish years, I can't say I'm even remotely stoked to start yet another semester of mindless busywork and intro classes as cosmic punishment for transferring. I still can't get into the Upper School of the SMC, so it seems it's more intros and electives for me. Oh joy.
On the upside of life: RUGBY! Rugby rugby rugby rugby rugby. We have a great handful of new rookies who seem to be loving learning the sport as much as we (the vets) love teaching it. We've always held that rugby is a lot like cocaine; it's not for everyone, but for those who it is, once it's inside you you can't get enough. I'm super stoked for this season. Here's crossing our fingers that everything ends as well as it's starting.
I'm having one of those weird void-like stretches. Every day seems just like the last, and I feel like I'm zombie-walking through it all. I've made some necessary changes - some that feel great and some that hurt like hell - and I'm hoping that they will become the impetus I need to get my shit back in order. I have confidence that I'll be just fine with time and a little hard work, but it doesn't make the current feeling suck any less.
I wish I had more substance to send your way, but sadly, I do not. With any luck, I'll have both the time and the content with which to update this thing more in the future. Wish me luck?
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Bouře ve sklenici vody
Trans: A storm in a teacup.
I have returned from the Midwest full of awkward stories that, for some reason, don't seem very interesting at the moment. The drive there was 12 hours, and I was stuck in a car with two strangers I quickly learned I could not stand. The rest of the trip was much, much better.
At the very least, though, I can say I am more positive than ever that I am a big city girl through and through.
Southwestern Illinois was absolutely gorgeous, and I saw the rolling hills of the Shawnee National Forest as a stunning backdrop on our day trip along the wine trail. I strongly regretted not having a working camera, as some of the sights are ones I would've liked to capture to share with anyone who might not be lucky enough to ever see them.
I haven't even told a specific story and I'm already bored with this portion of the post. That said - moving on.
No one's really talking much about it, so I figured I'd go out on a limb and talk about the Olympics (mmm, how facetious of me!).
In all seriousness, though, I'd like to briefly discuss (with myself?) something other than a specific sport or event, or even one or two specific athletes. Granted, like every other warm-blooded human, I do have my own collection of crushes on athletes based solely on their skills/accomplishments and/or their looks. For example: though she is completely illegal for me to even look at like that, and when she talks she sounds like she is perhaps not only illiterate but also a complete ditz, I have an entirely inappropriate crush on Shawn Johnson. I don't understand how she is so little and yet so muscular. I fully believe that if I were driving her somewhere and there was only one spot to park on the street and it was too small, she and her little bag-of-rocks arms could move the car ahead of it to make space for me. And that's hot.
No, I would like to propose a different view of ... well ... how we view the Olympics. I don't know if it's just me, but something about the Olympics - every time, without fail - makes me hyper-nationalistic. And not as in, "And I'm proud to be an Am-err-uh-kiiin, whar at least ah know ah'm freee!" No, no, no. I find myself rabidly proud of my family's heritage.
There, my friends, is where I'd like to make my point. I'm half Czech, half-ish Italian with some southern German thrown in. However, I look Czech, relate more with that side of the family, and have claimed much more of that culture than that of the Italian culture. I was raised much more Czech than Italian, for all intents and purposes.
Every time one of the Olympics...es rolls around, I go into heavy-duty FUCKING PROUD TO BE CZECH mode. Example: did anyone know table tennis was an Olympic sport? Me, neither. But it is! It is, and guess what? There is a super-cute Czech girl competing in the singles event. It seems I have fixated on her as my reason to love being Czech crush.
FUCKING ADORABLE!
I have inexplicably run out of juice with which to write this post, so I am cutting it short and leaving you with something to think about yet again. Where is your family from? Are you finding yourself strangely in love with any and every athlete from your family's country(ies) of origin?
I have returned from the Midwest full of awkward stories that, for some reason, don't seem very interesting at the moment. The drive there was 12 hours, and I was stuck in a car with two strangers I quickly learned I could not stand. The rest of the trip was much, much better.
At the very least, though, I can say I am more positive than ever that I am a big city girl through and through.
Southwestern Illinois was absolutely gorgeous, and I saw the rolling hills of the Shawnee National Forest as a stunning backdrop on our day trip along the wine trail. I strongly regretted not having a working camera, as some of the sights are ones I would've liked to capture to share with anyone who might not be lucky enough to ever see them.
I haven't even told a specific story and I'm already bored with this portion of the post. That said - moving on.
No one's really talking much about it, so I figured I'd go out on a limb and talk about the Olympics (mmm, how facetious of me!).
In all seriousness, though, I'd like to briefly discuss (with myself?) something other than a specific sport or event, or even one or two specific athletes. Granted, like every other warm-blooded human, I do have my own collection of crushes on athletes based solely on their skills/accomplishments and/or their looks. For example: though she is completely illegal for me to even look at like that, and when she talks she sounds like she is perhaps not only illiterate but also a complete ditz, I have an entirely inappropriate crush on Shawn Johnson. I don't understand how she is so little and yet so muscular. I fully believe that if I were driving her somewhere and there was only one spot to park on the street and it was too small, she and her little bag-of-rocks arms could move the car ahead of it to make space for me. And that's hot.
No, I would like to propose a different view of ... well ... how we view the Olympics. I don't know if it's just me, but something about the Olympics - every time, without fail - makes me hyper-nationalistic. And not as in, "And I'm proud to be an Am-err-uh-kiiin, whar at least ah know ah'm freee!" No, no, no. I find myself rabidly proud of my family's heritage.
There, my friends, is where I'd like to make my point. I'm half Czech, half-ish Italian with some southern German thrown in. However, I look Czech, relate more with that side of the family, and have claimed much more of that culture than that of the Italian culture. I was raised much more Czech than Italian, for all intents and purposes.
Every time one of the Olympics...es rolls around, I go into heavy-duty FUCKING PROUD TO BE CZECH mode. Example: did anyone know table tennis was an Olympic sport? Me, neither. But it is! It is, and guess what? There is a super-cute Czech girl competing in the singles event. It seems I have fixated on her as my reason to love being Czech crush.
FUCKING ADORABLE!I have inexplicably run out of juice with which to write this post, so I am cutting it short and leaving you with something to think about yet again. Where is your family from? Are you finding yourself strangely in love with any and every athlete from your family's country(ies) of origin?
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Late Summer Late Post
Sorry it's been roughly forever since I posted. I've moved into my new place in RVA with a sweet-ass new roommate whom I absolutely adore, and I am currently sitting in my awesome new room re-packing stuff I feel like I've just unpacked (and some stuff I really did just unpack) for a ridiculously awesome and long-awaited roadtrip to Illinois.
I'll be in the following states within the next 12ish hours: VA, WV, KY, IN, IL. I'm so super excited!
Hopefully I'll be able to give something remotely substantial when I'm there, or more likely, when I return.
I'll be in the following states within the next 12ish hours: VA, WV, KY, IN, IL. I'm so super excited!
Hopefully I'll be able to give something remotely substantial when I'm there, or more likely, when I return.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Terms of Imprisonment
While I thought my first summer living on my own would be a blast and a half, it has turned out to be pretty much everything but. I do enjoy being able to come and go as I please, and keeping my room as dumpy as I want, but I really miss DC. I miss the people up there, though I suppose no one up there considers me a close friend either, save Rach and maybe my baby sister. Alas.
Work is winding down, as is my last summer class, and while I am excited about it, I realize I will soon be bored out of my mind again like I was in early May. I really hope I can find another job, even if it is far fewer hours and far less pay. Well, maybe not far less. Heh.
I really need to start going to the gym again. I feel schlubby and gross, and I pretty much look it and...am it too. I feel like I am wasting away and being useless while I'm at it. It's the worst feeling in the world, and yet something I apparently cannot get myself over.
Oh hello, life. I am so glad you are fifth-grade-emo again.
Work is winding down, as is my last summer class, and while I am excited about it, I realize I will soon be bored out of my mind again like I was in early May. I really hope I can find another job, even if it is far fewer hours and far less pay. Well, maybe not far less. Heh.
I really need to start going to the gym again. I feel schlubby and gross, and I pretty much look it and...am it too. I feel like I am wasting away and being useless while I'm at it. It's the worst feeling in the world, and yet something I apparently cannot get myself over.
Oh hello, life. I am so glad you are fifth-grade-emo again.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Timely Extradition
After what understandably appeared to be the complete disappearance of me, I return. For the most part. If you can call it that. My life? Oh, no, I couldn't bore you with that.
Oh, well, if you insist.
I've been in summer sessions and working all day every day, which could possibly explain my notable absence. Class at 10am followed immediately by 6 - 8 hours of work a day really seems to tax one more than originally planned. I'm enjoying it, for the most part, though. My job is one I can actually put on a resume, and though it is on the low end of the totem pole, I fully believe that the work I and those below me are doing is worthwhile and will do good for the community in the long haul. It's slightly difficult to explain what I do, but I am a Triennial School Census Team Leader (in title), and I manage four to six census interviewers every day as we cover every square mile of Chesterfield County and the City of Richmond. We go door-to-door, but only to addresses that have not responded to the federally-mandated public school census, and fill out the information manually if we are responded to. It's long, it's arduous, the pay is surprisingly good, and I work with a bunch of VCU and other university kids I might or might not have ever gotten to meet otherwise.
I attended Capital Pride 2008 a few weeks ago and had a complete blast spending time with high school friends and staying at my family's place in A-Town. I realize more and more how much I miss the city that bred and raised me every time I visit, but when I come home to Richmond I always see new things that I didn't appreciate about it before. I definitely couldn't see myself making a life here or staying here long if at all after undergrad, but it's not a terrible place and I think it'll be somewhere that I will fondly remember.
I leave this entry slightly open, so as I have somewhere to pick up for the next one, or at least to give me some ideas. People are complicated, and I am seeing that no matter how hard you try to understand people or their behaviors, sometimes you just can't. Ever. It's frustrating as hell, but it's a fact of life and I think it's one that makes being individuals so awesome. Agonizing, yes. But awesome.
Until next time.
Oh, well, if you insist.
I've been in summer sessions and working all day every day, which could possibly explain my notable absence. Class at 10am followed immediately by 6 - 8 hours of work a day really seems to tax one more than originally planned. I'm enjoying it, for the most part, though. My job is one I can actually put on a resume, and though it is on the low end of the totem pole, I fully believe that the work I and those below me are doing is worthwhile and will do good for the community in the long haul. It's slightly difficult to explain what I do, but I am a Triennial School Census Team Leader (in title), and I manage four to six census interviewers every day as we cover every square mile of Chesterfield County and the City of Richmond. We go door-to-door, but only to addresses that have not responded to the federally-mandated public school census, and fill out the information manually if we are responded to. It's long, it's arduous, the pay is surprisingly good, and I work with a bunch of VCU and other university kids I might or might not have ever gotten to meet otherwise.
I attended Capital Pride 2008 a few weeks ago and had a complete blast spending time with high school friends and staying at my family's place in A-Town. I realize more and more how much I miss the city that bred and raised me every time I visit, but when I come home to Richmond I always see new things that I didn't appreciate about it before. I definitely couldn't see myself making a life here or staying here long if at all after undergrad, but it's not a terrible place and I think it'll be somewhere that I will fondly remember.
I leave this entry slightly open, so as I have somewhere to pick up for the next one, or at least to give me some ideas. People are complicated, and I am seeing that no matter how hard you try to understand people or their behaviors, sometimes you just can't. Ever. It's frustrating as hell, but it's a fact of life and I think it's one that makes being individuals so awesome. Agonizing, yes. But awesome.
Until next time.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Quick Time-Out
I'm seriously failing at updating, and I realize. There will be more, and hopefully in more detail, in the coming days.
Sleep doesn't even come anymore. I'm depressed, and I don't know why. For once, all the pieces in life have fallen close to one another and all I have to do is give them the littlest touches to put them into place.
So why can't I?
It's eating me up, and it's making her miserable. I'm so scared to push her away. "The best thing to ever happen to me" feels so inadequate to describe this woman in my life. I have no idea what to do, but I will be damned if something like this comes between us and pushes her away.
I have to woman up and grow a pair, and learn how to bottle up my feelings again. It's time to stop letting them be something in life for a while. It's time to get back into gear.
Sleep doesn't even come anymore. I'm depressed, and I don't know why. For once, all the pieces in life have fallen close to one another and all I have to do is give them the littlest touches to put them into place.
So why can't I?
It's eating me up, and it's making her miserable. I'm so scared to push her away. "The best thing to ever happen to me" feels so inadequate to describe this woman in my life. I have no idea what to do, but I will be damned if something like this comes between us and pushes her away.
I have to woman up and grow a pair, and learn how to bottle up my feelings again. It's time to stop letting them be something in life for a while. It's time to get back into gear.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Back At Ya
| You are a Social Liberal (76% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (35% permissive) You are best described as a:
Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test |
I can't believe I'm dating a socialist wannabe. *shudder*
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