Monday, January 24, 2011

Pull out your wallet, put it in the air and sing..

Success ! I am pleased with myself for remembering my new duties of writing here. You may think this a minor achievement...don't judge me, I find happiness in the little things. hahah

So I'm currently sitting in my dorm room with my course schedule laid out in front of me, trying to tally up how many arms textbooks are gonna cost me this semester. Can I just say, I know everyone complains about how expensive they are, and I'm right there with them, but how come nobody ever does anything about it? I would much rather be spending all this money on some books down at Barnes &Noble or something; with all the money I've spent on textbooks in my college years, I could've thoroughly stocked myself a nice size quality personal library. I very much enjoy reading, and yet I have to spend my small fortune -actually, fortune is the wrong word...- on textbooks that I'm not likely to read through more than once, and sometimes less than that. Ugh. I'm super close to ordering the Leatherbound Classics Jane Austen collection instead of Penguin's Atlas...

But I think what irks me more was what I heard at the booth behind me while I was sitting in the Student Center this afternoon. I'd been there reading for about an hour (I'm trying to finish Memoirs of a Geisha before I lose all my free time to homework) and a group of four or five girls take their seats in the booth at my back -one of them setting down her Coach bag, another unloading her iPad, iPhone, and mac laptop (gag)- and the first conversation they strike up consists of their mutual dislike that one of the girls' J. Crew orders (yes, orderS -plural) hadn't arrived yet; another's mother has not transferred enough money to her student account so she can go shopping in the bookstore for clothes; and a third girl wants to give her $150 flexmeal account balance to someone else because she decided her parents gave her too much and she didn't need the "extra money". After this, one of the girls casually commented that she felt like she "owned this school". Really? Really. It always bothers me that there really are people like this in the world- and I think most of them go to my college. Blahh.

On a positive monetary note today, this morning the school announced it's involvement in a fundraiser partnered with the local pregnancy center in some form of abortion awareness and prevention campaign, so they passed out baby bottles to our entire student population for us each to use as money banks for our spare change, so that we can turn them in as a donation at the end of a month. It's slightly odd to have a baby bottle sitting on my desk, but I must admit it's an affective memory tool. Although, unfortunately, I think that if they simply asked each student for a one dollar donation, they might get more out of it -I've already heard a few people talking about tossing the bottles into the garbage. Sad day.

This post has been filled with monetary remarks or stories...That was unintentional, but when I sat down to type these were the first events of the day that popped into my head. It's not that I'm completely obsessed with it...much. hah. Anywho, shorter entry tonight because with today being the first day of classes I'm off to grab dinner and then head to a night class. Ciao !

Broke, and okay with it,

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

A second go. Err...okay, third.

G'd evening, ladies and germs~ Despite the little voices in my head screaming "you're going to get bored of this!" and "why do you bother, silly girl?", I am making a brand new attempt at picking up the habit of blogging. If you happened to know me at all, you'd have probably heard me say -on at least one occasion- that I think the majority of bloggers just want a little attention, but I am trying desperately to put all my previous ideas of blogging aside and start afresh and anew. I am by no means a gifted writer, nor do I have the ability to remember the few interesting things that would actually make for a good blog post, but I'd like to think that I have my own style and view to bring to this thingy and I shall try to remember to write often, to remember the fun things to write, and to not get frustrated and quit when I do forget to write for three weeks. I don't expect anyone to really take interest in this, even though I can be quite witty at times; if you happen to stumble upon my humble little blog and so happen to read the most recent post and laugh at some quirky line or two before leaving the page and thenceforth forget this blog in its entirety, well that is more than I would've expected anyway so, cheers =]

Enough with the chit chat, let's get down to introductions, shall we? My name is Jessica, and you will currently find me holed up in a dorm room at a college somewhere in southern California, about to begin the first semester of my senior year as an undergrad. This moment marks my age at twenty two years, one month, sixteen days, and a handful of hours. I am, fortunately, one of those smart blondes you always hear about but never see. Well, not necessarily *smart* smart, but intelligent enough to give directions and tie my own shoes and whatnot. hah. I very much enjoy laughing, and if at any point in a post I pause to laugh at something that amused me (at which point I'll probably enter a nice "hahah" or "heh", as above) it's just my way of acknowledging some amusing thing or another, so feel free to pass over it without much thought. You'll notice, if you read any length of post written by me, that three things I tend to do (even though it quite annoys some people) is to A)get off topic, sometimes forgetting to get back on, 2) I ramble quite a bit when I write for myself, so skim over it or bear through it if you please, and 3) I have random, sometimes lengthy moments where my thought is understood in totally different ways -I'm not sure how better to explain that, except to say that at one point my writing may come across as quite well-mannered and sophisticated, and lines later I'll use a slang quite uniquely my own. Again, it's probably best to just bear through it, unless it is a pet peeve of yours, in which case I suggest you put a stop to reading any further posts, just to be sure. =]

So I got quite off-topic up their towards the middle of that paragraph, but there's really not much else interesting and distinguishing enough to write about myself at the moment. Except maybe that my aforementioned (and, might I add, natural) blonde hair is currently sporting a bright, electric blue peek-a-boo style as of two nights ago. See, at the university I attend I am on what you'd call "contract" -we won't go into details, but one of the little squabbles they have is with dying ones hair any bright and/or unnatural colors, such as said electric blue. But all is not lost, for I have made use of a very handy loophole: no new colors may be acquired while on contract, it's true. But whilst home over holiday I was quite free to dye away; so long as I have the color before returning to contract, it's all right. Useful, i'n'it? The same said loophole works with the 'no new extravagant piercings' rule, as well. =] That isn't to say I've abused this lovely little friend, as I'm not very partial to facial piercings and I would never consider dying the entirety of my long luscious locks, but it's nice to be able to acquire a new cartilage piercing and some blue tips whilst home. =]

Sooo. Other than this superficial factoids pertaining to myself, I shall add these: I very much enjoy reading; I don't often turn down the opportunity for a good movie night, especially if the movie dates back at least thirty years before I was born; my taste in music is as varied as my socks -which, take my word, is very varied- and my personal 'policy', if you will, on music is to take each song I hear into consideration for liking, regardless of the artist, genre, or era; my close friends are quite humoring, I think, because they put up with me tirelessly, which is saying a whole lot; I lovelove quotes, and quoting movies/songs/books; and probably something that is more of a confession, but a fact nonetheless, is to say that although I am responsible enough to look after myself sufficiently, I very much enjoy acting immature -one such example, I have a beloved fish named Ferbius Amycus Sirius, Ferb in short. Enough said. =]

I think I have contained enough facts and random ramblings for one post. Something in my mind says this is about how a typical post shall be, as much as I dislike recounting my life like someone cares. Oh well. It shall be nice to vent, rant, and release, at least. Cheers, yo !

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