I dunno if time is money. Even when I have all the time in the world I’m still calculating whether or not that last tomato sandwich at Panera Bread is going to be my gas tank’s downfall this week. However I do know that time is valuable.
That being said, I have no idea how all these crazy kids manage to have time to do absolutely everything while still being able to proudly claim 8 hours of rest at night.
You all know the type. Straight-A student in five different clubs, running in the student government elections, avid acoustic guitar player, attending all the happening parties, and somehow managing to maintain some semblance of a healthy family life all the while proudly sporting their neon colored fraternity shirts and having enough time to take 30 pictures of themselves and their bigs/littles to put in a Facebook album titled “Rho Gamma Delta Phi Kappa Hufflepuff.”
In the meantime I scramble around trying to make time for work, full-time school, gym, friends, and catching up on the latest episodes of Glee, Once Upon a Time, and Legend of Korra.
How does everyone else do it? Is there some secret stash of time-turners hidden under the couches in the FIU piano room? If so, are they covered by financial aid? Do I have to ace Potions and Transfiguration to qualify?
Seriously… YOLO niggahs and taking advantage of our time is the only way to make the most of it.
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GPOY
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Feu vert (by Petra Karlsson)
I want one of those collars!
So I was pulling the whole super nerdy half-run to my Anthropology lecture in fear of being less than two minutes late. (Herpdederp) As I was power walking past the FIU library I got stopped by a petite blonde girl.
“Excuse me, miss? Do you have a minute? I saw you walking and thought that you were good-looking. I dunno if you’re looking for a job, but I work with a modeling agency and-“
At this point I became extremely smug. ‘Haha! How lovely! :3 This girl wants to register me for a modeling agency! Woohoo! Go Ash! You’re hot! You’re beautiful!’ Gleeful, flattered, conceited thoughts flashed merrily through my head (which was suddenly becoming so large that I’m sure the sudden change in temperature was due to my hair blocking the sun).
“-I work with a modeling agency and we’re looking for pretty young girls to…”
Cameras snapping! Flashes of light as the cameras hungrily stole my picture! Contracts with Disney! Next month I’ll be dining with Selena Gomez! I wonder if she’ll bring Justin…!
“….for pretty young girls to work as recruiters for our company!”
Wait… What? A recruiter?
……
You know that moment on TV when the main character’s thought process gets interrupted by someone saying something that completely contradicted their daydreams, and you hear the DJ scratch interrupting the soundtrack? Yeah, that’s what happened.
“Basically, what we do is go around finding beautiful young girls to recruit for our modeling agency. You’re pretty good-looking so I think you’d be awesome at finding girls pretty enough to model!”
I laughed awkwardly, quickly dusting my dreams of fame under the rugs of my mind lest she see them written on my face. I er, I gave her my number anyway. The job paid pretty well. *shrug*
That’s what happens when you suffer from big-head syndrome.
My inability to keep up with a blog schedule has resulted in the degeneration of my writing abilities.
Has anyone else seen my blog posts from the past year? D:
I’m so sorry for all of it. -.-
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Life has more or less separated me from the only thing I’ve ever loved more than tofu and chocolate: blogging. I wanna get back in to the swing of things. I think I might have forgotten how to write.
It’s been a loooong year.
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why do people do this?…. Is having a certain number of lines really a huge deal?
YES
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To sleep or not to sleep? That is the question. Whether tis nobler in my mind to suffer through the pangs of sleep deprivation or listen to pointless presentations and by sleeping avoid them. To nap, to sleep— no more—and by a sleep to say we end the exhaustion, and the thousand droops of the head the tired body is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To nap, to sleep— To sleep—perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub, for in that sleep at school what dreams may come when I have shuffled into the piano room must give me pause. There’s the respect that makes calamity of a night on twitter and facebook, and a nap at FIU.
Waking up at one in the afternoon clearly has negative effects on my ability to make decisions.
I’m here trotting down my hallway to the kitchen wondering whether or not to eat cereal or toast when I realize that I’m in the mood to eat something big today. But what to eat?
I looked at my phone and saw that it was exactly 1:08pm. Perfect excuse to eat a large meal! It’s lunch time!!!
But then it hit me: should I eat breakfast for lunch, or lunch for breakfast? If I go by my clock, it’s lunch time. If I go by my internal clock, it’s breakfast time. So should I eat pancakes (making it breakfast at lunch time) or something like soup and a sandwich (making it lunch at breakfast time)?
The thought disturbed me for quite some time.
So I got the best of both worlds! Veggie pot pie with a side of cereal! Yeah!