I lost the game.
But I found out that I passed Calculus! Which means that I am done forever with it. HUGE relief. Only math I have left is stats and accounting – easy.
I have web design projects kicking up, so I should be a bit less busy for the two weeks I have left before Cape May and Belize
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Would someone care to tell me why I don’t do anything useful with my rather ample free time this summer?
I have PHP and FL Studio projects that I totally want to work on. But I prefer to stay home, sit on my butt, and surf the net or watch Star Trek.
Laaaaaame.
Yesterday I got my $100 Shure e2c headphones back.
They had been in the lost and found at 3 Margaritas for two months.
Yeah, I am lucky beyond belief.
I had my BD240 (Application Development) final today. It is definitely my strongest class, but I didn’t do so hot on the final… We had two hours to write four applications, and I messed up my pacing and only finished three. I know it hurt me, the question is just how bad… I really would like to get the A in the class. Oh, well 😛
I started packing today. I’m about 75% done already. Usually it takes me forever to pack, because I have a lot of stuff, and I’m too scatterbrained to do it without getting distracted. But somehow, I pulled it off this time. My room still feels like home, so it’s not barren enough yet. But I should be able to take it pretty easy if I get my take-home Spanish final out of the way tomorrow.
I’m starting to look back at all of the good times I had in Corbett this year. The dorms were definitely a good thing for me socially, because of the move from Arizona. I feel ready to move on now, but it’s going to be weird not having fifty people to come home to every night.
But I can’t wait to have a room to myself. I’m gonna go naked for like… three weeks straight.
I hate the last weeks of school. Why must the weeks where you care the least about your classes be the same weeks where you do the most work for them?
I’m ready for summer already. I’m ready to take just two classes, actually get stuff done at work, and to move out of the dorms into the new house. I’m ready to play acoustic drums again.
And I’m ready for the temperatures to get out of the 40s and 50s already.
What?! Where did the time go?
Apparently, I have three weeks left of class, including finals week. And where exactly did all of this time go?
I decided to go for the house off-campus. The dorm is great for its proximity to campus, but just getting away from it will probably be good. I need more space. And drums. And I need to be away from the 1,500 people on campus who decide to all get on YouTube at the same time and slow down my internet – because, as we all know, my bandwidth needs should take priority over theirs</sarcasm>.
So yeah. Three more weeks here. Then I get to say goodbye to all of the people on my floor, 75% of whom I will probably never see again (kinda like high school, eh?) and go on with life.
Oh, and I went to Arizona this weekend. And didn’t hang out with any of you. Surprise, surprise.
I realized something this morning:
I take it way too easy these days. I mean, I’m not exactly slacking – I’m doing pretty well at school, and have my hands full at work, but I have a lot of downtime each day where I just sit on my butt surfing the net or watching TV or something.
I normally wouldn’t be too worried about it. I guess that “worried” isn’t quite the right word – but I’ve noticed that when the weekend rolls around, I don’t have any change in my habits or routine. I’ve been “on vacation” all week, so when the weekend comes, I don’t notice the difference. When that relaxed, “getting by but not getting ahead” attitude became the norm, my brain got used to it. Usually it ends in feeling like I never got a weekend, so I feel more stressed.
So I should probably use my time better during the week. Be proactive with my homework and the like. And then really take it easy on my days off.
Then again, I might just be kidding myself. I have never been that person that can plan ahead, be diligent, and get stuff done on time. I always work best under the pressure that says something is due in just a few hours. Heck, I can’t count how many A’s I’ve gotten from doing that. Normal stuff that isn’t under pressure, however, scores lower. I wish I weren’t that way, but I am.
Maybe the question I should ask myself is, “Do I mind the way I lead my daily life?” Overall, I’m pretty happy. I’m at CSU now, free of a lot of the annoying crap that I put up with in high school, have a great job, and I live in a beautiful city. Yes, my routine errs on the lazy side. It’s in my genes. I still get the job done, though, and I feel like I’m on the right path. If I could change anything in my daily life, I would probably spend more time in prayer, and I would be more dedicated to my music.
I guess the thing that causes me to question this like I am right now, and makes me try to change and be something else, is that my way of getting things done doesn’t fit with the stereotypical formula for success. Supposedly, in America, you must focus on your goal, and never quit until you have achieved it; get where you want in life, no matter what you have to sacrifice in order to get it. Then, supposedly, you will enjoy a “successful” life.
More often than not, this distorted vision actually leaves people alone, rejected, in midlife crises, and slaves to the addictions they picked up along the way when they had trouble following this path to “success”. Blame it on capitalism. Blame it on Man’s inadequacy to admit his own faults and entrust his wellbeing to God.
I’m not saying that I’m better – or different – than people with this source of motivation. But since when is the supposed end result of prosperity the most important thing in life? I believe in the pursuit of happiness, but I don’t see “happiness” as a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I see a lot of potential for finding happiness along the way. The people you meet, the experiences that come and go… The many opportunities to make sacrifices as acts of worship, which are most pleasing to our God.
So I guess that I’m alright. It’s just hard not to buy into the lie that says something is wrong if I’m not working my ass off to the point where I freak out and lose touch with my true priorities and goals. Sometimes it feels like a form of academic peer pressure – “come on, everyone’s doing it!”
That was a boring weekend.