Pants Are For Losers

If I think about it too much, words are hard to find. How is the university student supposed to stay alert and imaginative when they don't even have time to read a book? Sure, I have time, but my mind is already so mushy from hours of work, that internet TV is the only thing I can handle...and sleeping. Not to mention I'm not eating that much, and because of that I've gained enough weight to not be able to fit into my size 2 pants? That's a lot of freakin' pants I can no longer wear! Oh, and the financial troubles. I have a feeling those kinds of troubles are here to stay.

My German workbook is still glaring at me, even though I completed the work over the course of this week. I'm out of studying ideas! It's not like you can read a bunch of German sentences over and over again and get the "gist" of it. I did, however, go to a German language meetup down at Cafe Gardens, a quaint little restaurant/bar situated in an ivy-covered courtyard with stones inlaid in the dirt. My German teacher Sarah told the class about it earlier today, and Nathaniel convinced me over the phone it'd be a good idea to go. I'm glad I went. I realized I need to get out more and show my face in this town that will be my home for the next two years.

Ich bin eine Studentin. Ich studiere Journalismus. Ich wohne in Gainesville aber ich komme aus Tallahassee.

I wonder if I'll stick with German that long, I hope so. I really need to know a second language. Every other person in the world (albeit for America) does.

Well, I'm going to sign off and immerse myself in this depression over my pants. My ten pairs of practically new pants.

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Work Work Work

There is no way any sort of language class can be easy. Except if you are taking German I and already know German? Like three of the students in my class? In my opinion I think that is unfair, and it ruins the curve (if there is a curve). During class when we are reciting a conversation, the kids that already know German speak too fast, and than the rest of the class is left behind.

School has been getting really difficult. Teacher's are starting to assign projects, papers, and homework. There are already tests on the horizon, and a German vocabulary quiz tomorrow. Memorize over 100 words, get tested on 15 of them. The workbook is just daunting, and sits on my desk looking rather boring with its cheap paper. Why did that cost me $60?

I can't think of much to write because my mind just wants to shut down.

Blegh

I don't like angry confrontation. I don't like being called an idiot by a person on a bicycle that also did not obey the traffic rules. I'm so used to bicycling to UF that when I was driving, I completely ignored a stop sign.

I stopped short as a student went rising past. From my perspective, I wasn't even that close to him. He looked at me with wide eyes and yelled, "Woooooah", in a 'I'm-better-than-you-because-I'm-on-a-bike' way, "you have a stop sign!"

"No I don't!" I yelled out the window (because I seriously thought I didn't).

"Look right, idiot!" he shouted with his I'm-a-vegan-I-compost-and-I-am-an-art-history-major glare.

Guuuh. Sorry, I'm just upset. Even though it was mostly my fault, I kind of think he should have owned up to it a little. I'm pretty sure cyclist's have to follow the traffic laws too. I always look both ways when I roll past a stop sign on a bike. Not the safest method, but it saves a lot of dismounting and mounting again. And I wouldn't call someone an idiot for making a mistake. How is that supposed to help someone learn?

It feels good to write this out. I don't think I am an idiot, and I hate it when people call me that.

College 101

A room in a state of disarray is one of my pet peeves. Come to think of it, I have many pet peeves, and not in the slightest clue where the phrase 'pet peeves' stems from. There are German note cards littering my floor, my couch is cushioned with outfits I tried on from mornings past. My desk is holding those crumpled receipts that I keep just in case I decide to get my money situation together. I keep saying to myself, "I'll do that when I'm older". But when will I be "older"? I didn't make my bed this morning (which is unheard of), and I didn't change the toilet paper roll. My shoes are not in the closet, and there is a television sitting in the middle of my floor with a James Dean poster lying on top of it. The makeup on my bureau isn't organized and I still haven't taken my shoes off.

It just dawned on me that I've finally become a real college student.

A Very Depressing Post

My Canon Rebel has still not come in the mail, and it was shipped on Thursday! This is disappointing. I'm wondering if there is some sort of Gainesville ritual when it comes to acquiring packages. I say this because I stupidly walked around the house in search of a mailbox, when it dawned on me that the little letterbox attached to the front porch is where the mailman/woman delivers the goods. Maybe they took my camera? Unlikely.

I am ordering the NY Times (Monday-Friday). I am excited about this, because I will finally have something to read in the morning when I eat my egg sandwich. Buying a subscription is sort of required for my Introduction to Journalism class, which is my favorite class right now, and it is only costing me $36 for the semester. Apparently this is a deal, but from what I have learned as a university student, deals do not make me any richer.

On a more somber note, if this blog post couldn't get any more somber( lost package, debt), my banjo strategy did not work. It is a big time-killer, however, and unbeknown to Jessie and Stephanie (yet) I'm going to try and set up a little gig here in G-ville. The Cicada Ladies aren't dead yet. Of course I will talk to them first before I seal the deal, but I'm searching.

I'm going to be starting a new blog for my Intro to Jou. class. Four posts a week of me commenting on international/ national/ local news. Whoever reads this blog, please feel free to comment on that one too.

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