I'm a time traveler

To everyone not in the Eastern Standard Time Zone(US):

This is from the future.

Curb Your Enthusiasm

So, I just randomly got inspired. Go figure.

I think it would be slightly amusing, if my life were televised. It would be awkwardly hilarious.

Take for instance Curb Your Enthusiasm with Larry David. Larry David is probably best known as being a co-creator of Seinfeld. You know that show right? I mean everyone has seen Seinfeld. Anyway, the show is kind of based on Larry David's personality. He plays a fictional version of himself as a semi-retired writer, producer, and actor. What is really interesting is that the script is nothing more than an outline, which David usually bases on actual events that happen to him. (He keeps a record of potentially funny things that happen in his life). As you would assume, since the show is "loosely scripted", the dialogue is improvised by the actors.

It's seriously funny. But you have to be patient to really understand it. Larry David is awkward. He says strange things, has strange ideas, and isn't really socially inclined. Once you get past his gawkiness, it's quite hilarious.

I feel like I have odd things happen to me. I also think I could make it funny. For example, tonight at work, someone told me something and I replied, "Okie dokie" and she when questioned my word choice, I simply said, "Well, most times I say, 'Okie dokie Hokie Pokie'." She just chuckled and for just a moment, I felt calm.

Needless to say, work was okay. After work has been better, and I hope in the days to come, I'll be able to relax.

I am the life of the party!

I am not your typical college student. Actually, my boyfriend isn't either. We do not like to "party" and by "party" I mean, be loud, obnoxious, drunk, and irresponsible. We both have a job, we both take classes, and we're both doing very well for ourselves considering we are surrounded by tons of kids who do "party" constantly. I would love to ask them when they get their homework done, or how they can afford to drink their life away and still pay rent.

I know all about that "college" experience. As soon as I moved out of my parents house, I fell head first into that barrel. In all honesty, it gets tiring. I realized what the important things in life were and I worked my butt off in order to be where I am today. (Which sadly, isn't very far from where I was, but at least I'm actually trying now).

Since I've cleaned up my act, I've got to admit, I have lost some friends. I get it. I've been there before. However, it's so nice to hang out with someone who isn't dead set on getting wasted before 7pm. I enjoy intelligent conversation. Don't get me wrong, I love my boyfriend very much and he is always here when I need someone to talk to or a shoulder to lean on, but sometimes it's nice just to have a girl friend.

I feel like I want to say so much more, but my brain just told me it is tired of thinking.

Work, Work, Work

I waited about a year or so to seriously look for a new job. Not that there was anything wrong with my old job; in fact, I had been at that job for three years. I just wasn't making enough money to support myself and get myself to school and work. So, after a year of hard contemplation, I quit. 

I kind of went about the "finding a new job" process the wrong way. While I had a job lined up, it wasn't where I really wanted to work. It was closer to my home, but the opportunities just weren't there.

I've ended up landing a job at a very prestigious restaurant a few miles from my apartment. I'm talking five star status. It's very, very intimidating. My first day was spent filling out paper work and following another server. It was a Thursday night. And very, very slow. My trainer only had two tables. The next two nights, Friday and Saturday, were spent following that same server except the pace changed completely. People kept pouring through the doors and I didn't think they were going to stop. 

[Fast forward to the following Saturday night] 

It's my first busy night, serving, by myself. To be honest, I was terrified. And sure enough, I screwed things up. Of course. For about a thirty minute period of time, I wanted to run outside and hurl myself off the deck. Business was fast; I was slow. I couldn't get my pace up and get myself caught up. After having not worked for about a month, I'd lost it. 

At last, I saw the break of day. I finally got myself caught up. Hooray! I was ready for more tables. No more came. I wanted the practice, needed the practice and, alas, I couldn't get any. 

I got home and was very, very disappointed in myself. I've meticulously scrutinized my every move and thought. I've figured it out and I need more practice. Practice I won't get until Thursday (which will be slow). Then there's Friday and again, I'm terrified I'll get knocked off my feet again. 

I've got to learn to relax.

Back By Popular Demand

Well, back by the demand of my lovely sister. (She harassed me to the point of my posting this, taking my attention away from my undone homework).

Speaking of homework, I am not so sure professors/teachers get it. An average student takes between 5 to 6 classes a semester; that's 15 or 18 credit hours. I'd say that's about 18 to 22 hours of actual class time. A wise person (my mother) once told me that a good rule of thumb is to spend 2 hours on homework for every hour you're in class. That's 36 to 44 hours of homework. That's a full time job! And then, of course those students that must have a job need to factor that into their week as well.

Honestly, I am not sure how anyone with children, a job, or a social life can successfully further their education. I mean, I'm having a hard time of it, and I am only taking 15 credit hours and work only 15 hours a week.

However, I discovered procrastination at an early age and I have mastered it!

Now, I'm going to utilize my mastery and socialize=)

Inspired

So, this is my first blog. It's been a long time since I've publicly posted my thoughts, views, and opinions. I have to admit, I'm nervous. I am unsure of what to say.

Hi, world. Bear with me while I grasp my surroundings and get a feel for what I'm doing. Anyone can read this. That limits my audience to almost seven billion people. Whoa. I feel I am unprepared to offer that many people my thoughts. If every single person in the world read my blog once, would that make me a celebrity? That's one of my life goals. Not to be a celebrity, but to make an impact on the world, if ever so small. I suppose that's my purpose for blogging. If I can relinquish my thoughts and opinions, perhaps someone, somewhere will be moved. After all, without a little inspiration of my own, this tiny space of the online world would not be mine.