Feet In The Clouds

sieg heil!

I appreciate the fact that there are computers for public use in the lobby of the gym I go to, but it’s really hard to focus on anything I’m trying to read online when I can hear some crazy exercise Nazi screaming as loud as possible into a megaphone at her poor, unsuspecting aerobics class. She’s in another room, behind a closed door and I can hear her every word. She’s even got that horrible yelling-into-a-megaphone-distortion going on. Seriously bitch, it’s not necessary to scream at people to get them to exercise. You would have been perfect at a Hitler Youth training facility.

“I’M WATCHING YOU! EILEEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” …really bitch?

I could never do my dad’s job

It’s difficult to listen to my dad talking to his patient in the next room of his office. From what I can gather, this man quit smoking seven years ago. He asked if any of his conditions would get better with time, seeing as he’s quit. Dad had to tell him no, and although the man said ‘alright’ without so much as a twinge of sadness in his voice, I could tell without seeing him that he was disapointed. He’d been telling himself, for all of those seven years, that by quitting he’d be minimizing his risks, only to find out that’s not how it works. Telling yourself that the results of your actions will be good, without putting any kind of research into it beyond what you might have heard on the news or from a friend, usually leads to a let down. I’m just glad that my father is good with words.

On a seperate note, Jack Finney is extremely good at building up weird and eerie tension. Without really knowing it, I’m well aware that something very bad is about to happen in this book (Invasion of the Body Snatchers). Good work, Mr. Finney.

I also need to re-vamp my tumblr…the color scheme is a bit flashy.

Ruminations

This is the first semester of my college experience about which I have cared and subsequently the first semester during which I have done anything to make my classes go well. I began my very first semester of college with an attitude of ‘can do’ and the like, but that soon faded and was replaced with homesickness and apathy to the fullest.

Now, I feel that I’ve found a way to enjoy school. But it involves conditioning myself by living at home and not giving myself much to do other than school and homework. I’m finding that it works, although as I type this I am proving that to be inaccurate because I’m not reading about Thomas Jefferson like I should be. The point remains that I see a change in myself. I now realize the benefits of college. Perhaps part of this is due to my current job situation. Working in a warehouse, I see many adults well into their 40’s and 50’s who have worked dead end jobs their whole lives. When I talk about school, they have nothing to say. Most of them never made it past High School, if that. But it’s not just that they didn’t go to college, because I know of several individuals who lead fulfilling lives and have wonderful jobs who never went to college. It’s more the fact that they stopped caring and just stuck with what they had. Those I know who achieved success sans a college education did so because they had stamina and know-how and a fierce determination. Sadly, in today’s society, it’s fairly impossible to get a good, high-paying job without a degree in your repertoire. So, through both of these examples I have learned much. I need to go to school, but perhaps more importantly, I need gain determination and self-confidence.

Actively participating in classes and in some cases being a bit of a teacher’s pet has shown me that I can, in fact, do well in college. I’m glad I’ve started to realize this. It’s making it much easier to survive.

Family matters

Is the phrase ‘my family is cramping my style’ too middle school boy-ish for me to use? Because…it’s true…

um…

my “abcdefghijk_” key doesn’t work. This ought to be fun.