Cruel Irony

Is it just me or does life have a silly sense of humor? Like, where at every turn you feel inclined to shout to the heavens "Really? Just, really?" even though you'll look like a loony?

For instance, I usually finish my homework like a fairly responsible student. Granted, a procrastinating student who finishes the work last minute the majority of the time, but still. I deserve a little credit. And I usually find, to my complete and utter non-shock, that we've been given leniency on the deadline and I didn't have to stay up late finishing it after all. Ha.

Ba-dum-psh!

Or, what's even better, the rare times I don't complete an assignment and dare to hope that, like usual, there will be an extension on the due date, there isn't. And on these occasions, you can bet the professor is in a really unforgiving mood for no particular reason other than Lady Luck is enjoying a laugh at my expense.

Ba-dum-psh!

Another example. Who only gets sick on weekends, when the weather is nice and school isn't in session? Or, worse yet, who gets sick on the few days when you actually want (or more than likely, purely need) to go to class? Yup, me too.

Ba-dum-psh!

Become suddenly hungry (nay, starving) when the room is silent and listen in horror to the sudden roaring of your stomach. People turn to look at you as you blush and try in vain to sink further into your seat.
Ba-dum-psh!

Enjoy the luxury of auto-transport to work/classes every day for God knows how long in the sunshine, and the one day you have to walk somewhere it's pouring rain. And then, when you think it can't get any more ironic, it begins to hail.
Ba-dum-psh!

Your shoe laces magically untie themselves so you trip in front of your boss.
Ba-dum-psh!

You study all night for an exam and find, when the test in placed in front of you, that you studied the wrong material.
Ba-dum-psh!

...

You spend some time blogging to clear your head and then find, to your incredulous surprise, that you're due to leave in a few minutes and have misused the time allotted to research a paper.
BA-DUM-PSH!



I am SO there right now...

Crossing the Line

Warning: incoming rant. Big time.

The last few weeks have got me thinking about some of the contradictions in life. Now, there are plenty that I could go on about for several long paragraphs, but for now I do believe I'll focus on the more prominent of the many, the one that has really gotten a hold of my attention recently.

Some people claim to be individuals, quirky and unique, but only to a point. A very small point that's not even slightly astray from the norm.

Phrases like "that outfit is out of season" or "if you do that in public I will deny that I even know you" are common among these cases, in my own experience. Clothing and accessories are carefully chosen to appear eclectic, yet only within such boundaries that the end result is replicated on ten freakin' percent of the population in their brand-name sweatshirts and fitted jeans.

Now, I'm not going to claim that I haven't happily followed a trend or two. However, I've been fortunate enough to find a balance, where I at least don't absolutely fear everything that could get me a few weird glances.

I mean, really, how dull would life be if true individuality was something to be feared? If you couldn't walk happily down the sidewalk with a yo-yo bobbing up and down at your side? If greetings like "hail, brethren" would ruin you? If wearing a shirt with an anteater on it was too odd of a fashion statement? (Yes, these are all common occurrences in my world. And what a spectacular world it is to live in!)

Truth be told, I find it very sad that some never experience this joy, this freedom from caring about what the public's reaction will be. A simple fact that is unknown to many is that, hey, the worst thing someone can do when you wear those elf ear tips to class is stare and make some rude comment. But guess what? Even those snide remarks are just made in shallow ignorance, because they too don't know the joy you do in living out your own identity despite the limitations set by society. And I guarantee that the one or two people that commend you on your eccentricity are people that either one, are enjoying the same freedom from norms, or two, might now be one step closer to experiencing that freedom for the first time.

Trends aren't bad and mainstream isn't always a horrible thing to indulge in, but if trapped in the endless cycle of "monkey see monkey do", I worry someone is missing out on one of the essential freedoms offered to us in life.

Can I hear an amen?!

...crickets chirping...

Right-oh then. Carry on.

Classes, Cookies, and Crazies

Wow, I really fail at keeping up with this. My sincerest and utmost apologies...

The good news is I'm not dead.

The bad news is my thirst for blogging may continue to go unsatisfied for the time being. SIGH.

It turns out being a student consumes a lot of time. (I know, weird right?) Luckily, I have a very thought-provoking class and another course that involves photography. And, here's the likely best part: I have a shiny new camera! Whoopee! So I expect that whatever I do manage to post, whenever that may be, will hopefully include some of my better shots. Hey, maybe one of them will even inspire a poem or something along that line.

On a rather random side note, I do believe I may be developing certain tendencies that may cause me to appear...oh, I don't know, COMPLETELY NUTS. Like, more-so than my usual "nuts". For instance, I have developed a bit of a nervous twitch since my dad died in May, so I'm always subconsciously drumming my fingers or fidgeting in some way. *Glances down at tapping foot and rolls eyes*And half the time I just don't feel up to socializing, since I've come to realize humankind is much less frustrating to just watch, rather than actually mingle with. Plus, in addition to the latter, I have the attention span of a freakin' schizophrenic monkey. I'll begin a sentence and halfway through I cannot remember what I was getting at to begin with. I fear I'm beginning to look the part of reclusive, mentally unstable girl who clutches her iPod like a starving child would the last chocolate chip cookie on earth.

Yup. I'm that girl.

Well, I'm off to listen to said chocolate-chip-cookie-iPod-of-awesomeness and attempt to write something substantial. Hopefully I can pull together some combination of words that will actually make sense, maybe draw up a poem or-- or... Meh, I lost it. Schizophrenic monkey moment...

Ciao, people. Stay earthbound, 'cause space can't handle your level of spiffiness.