Pardon My Blogular Dust

Blerg. i'm not exactly depressed, but i am starting to feel some serious apathy creeping in. I'm sorry my blog's gone quiet, i just have nothing worth reporting on, and i haven't felt like musing on Brett Michaels any further, so that leaves pretty much nothing to talk about. I haven't really felt like seeing or talking to ANYBODY, actually. not on the phone or texting (except jason, who is across the country so OF COURSE i want to hang out with him, lol) or anything. i think it's because i have no news to report and i just don't want to interact with anyone until i have something good to say for myself. I need a fucking job.

Ugh, i CANNOT wait until school starts.

Finally today i recieved a glimmer of hope- i got an email from one IRC's volunteer coordinator, so i can get the ball rolling on that at least. It's pretty cool, actually- it'll be working with refugee families in tucson. check it out.

Also, the coordinator from Primavera (homeless shelter/drop in facility gig) gets back later this week, so that should be good.

CREEPSVILLE: Summer Break Blues Edition!

I am TRYING to chillax and adjust to vacation mode, but i am having a hard time. I kind of don't know what to do without homework or studying or school happening. Yesterday I read about 200 pages of a book, made a london broil (it came out ok, but i had to pull it apart and sauce it all up with the... um... sauce. i think i put in too much garlic, and i wish i had only used a little so i had a more clear idea of how the soups + onion mix combo tastes but oh well. i think i'd make it again with an on sale london broil), cleaned the litterboxes for all 5 cats that live here, called my grandpa, went to the grocery store to buy stuff for the broil and paper plates for the catfood, watched the season finale of BONES, blogged, sent out emails to my English teacher from Fall and my FREEDOM!!! AND!!! TERROR!!!! CULTURES!!!IN!!CONFLICT!!! teacher from this last semester thanking them for everything this year (which i always feel is creepy, but i think it's important to say that stuff anyway. isn't it stupid how saying nice stuff to somebody is so awkward and hard?) and uh... i think that's all?

ANYWAY, i feel like i'm going a little nuts already, but it's probably important to decompress and just take a bit of a break. i have found that if life seems to be forcing relaxation on you (VERY UNCOMMON, btw) then you should take it, because that usually means that you're going to be bodyslammed with nonstop activity for a prolonged period of time, which i can easily imagine being the case immediately following the big move- which is only 9 days away. i've been wanting to drink, too- being alone with nothing to do and being stir crazy is a time tested formula for making guys want to be drunkish. it makes time killing really easy, and even bad tv is kind of good...

i do have a bunch of downloaded tv from the schoolyear that i haven't gotten to, but i almost feel too antsy to watch tv... when i watch tons of tv i always want to eat a ton of food. maybe í'll just read and take tv breaks between chapters. i had hoped to read a bunch of stuff this summer, and i have a stack of books here that are on the list, so. that's another good thing about my FREEDOM!!! etc class- it got me back in the habit of reading.

this was probably a boring post, but please realize that it's essentially occupational therapy and i'm all alone with 5 cats in this damn house, so CUT ME A FUCKING BREAK!

How Can You Miss Me If I Don't Go Away?

I'm not sure if i'll be blogging very much this week with this being the last week of classes before finals next week. i've been off since thursday, but this damn paper is so brutal that it's monday morning, and i'm basically all cracked out on coffee and conrad and imperialism and the us war machine, m-a-a-a-a-a-n... and i don't even have a draft done, only an outline of maybe half of my paper. i do have a thesis, though, so the hardest part is done... but i have my complete first draft due on wednesday, which is when i'm taking the first part of my math final (the no calculator, no notes, no book part) and then over the weekend i have to shuttle to prescott for my friend dale's birthday, read the rest of motorcycle diaries for my eng/enh final, finish revising my draft for my final paper and prepare for the second part of my math final next week... just one question:

Of course, i may end up blogging more than usual- a hysterical and inappropriate reaction to stress. Hopefully that doesn't happen... as many of us already know, if i don't get sleep, i just get weirder and weirder.