Major Daze

My new blog is about trying to find your way to a major in college.

California

I got a surprise call from my mother today. She informed me that she just decided to go to California. Ok, the thought of my mother frolicking about Cali like a carefree teenager without a plan, money or map kinda scares me. There comes a time when all children must face the dilemma of when to intervene with their parent's poor decision making due to old age. I am disappointed that it has come so soon for me.

I have nothing interesting to write about. My life is rather boring. After growing up in chaos, I seem now to search for it. From one crisis to the next. That is how my days go. I don’t get up in the morning thinking, “This will be a normal day.” No, I know that something will happen and I will have to leave class to visit the hospital, a funeral, or the police station, and I am comforted by that feeling. But I cannot write about these things. They are too personal. I am better off lying.

I got up this morning and ate my breakfast. My phone did not ring all day, not even in class. I went to classes and was amazed at my growing interest in ice skating. After class I sat on the couch at home until I had to go to work. Work was boring. Then I went home, ate, did homework, and went to bed. Great blog.

I know there are many people like me. You cannot function properly in average circumstance. You have grown up in a tornado and do not know how to balance on solid ground. You sabotage good relationships, and flock to chaos. Dysfunction, turmoil, disarray. Misunderstanding, confusion, and disorder are not strong enough. You need anarchy and mayhem, hysteria and havoc, destruction, disaster and devastation.

I know you.

Poetry

I could write poetry, but I rather not.
I'll just sit
For a bit
With a kit for this plot.
And with my smash hit
I'll become a big shot.
So ask me now to commit
Before I split from this spot.
But,
I could just sit
Lose my wit
And forget
What I thought.
Therefore in the end lose my skit's plot.
In case I do hit
The graduate jackpot
Take my autograph now
And forget me not.

graduation

I just realized I only have 25 credits left until graduation. I got a warning in my mail saying I needed to submit my grad plans. Ooops! I guess that graduating thing just kinda sneaks up on you.

First Day of Work

I showed up to work in my required shirt and pants. To be honest, the outfit was pretty lame, so I decided to spice it up a bit. From my ears dangled large, flattened hoop brass earrings. An awesome oversized belt swept across my hips, and my hair was in a great updo. I thought they would be thankful someone had style. Immediately I was asked to remove my earrings, cover my belt with my shirt, and tighten my updo. I tried.

So, I made it through my first day of work. All day I stayed away from the espresso machine, fearing the cost if I happened to break it. I had to sign a paper saying I agreed to my immediate termination if I broke anything (including the $20 piece on the blender). The complication of the thing overwhelmed me. Finally, my avoidance had to come to an end and I served up a cup of espresso. It wasn’t so bad.

Usually, the fact that you are so nervous about your first day causes you to make some mistakes. This is something I was also fearing, but my apprehensive ideas were put to rest. The manager sprayed steam everywhere, accidentally turned on the coffee grinder with nothing to catch the coffee, then broke the vacuum. The other girl working cut an entire pan of bars incorrectly, then spilled another pan of brownies on the floor. I'm sure my time is coming, but it was nice of them to make so many mistakes to set my gitters at ease on my first day.

I do enjoy the people I work with, and the manager is really great. So, I'm hoping for good things.

There is a tip jar on the front counter. We get paid next to nothing, but my spirits lifted a bit when I realized we got tips. At the end of a 5 hour shift, the girl I was working with split the tip money evenly between the two of us.
The outcome? $0.35 each.

Yep, I Did It

Rockin' the red lipstick on a Ruby Tuesday. What else is there to do on a Tuesday night? Time is on My Side, so I wasted it away with my Mother's Little Helper. I squashed a bug Under My Thumb and declared war on a Street Fighting Man. Is there any night more lame?

Some Girls love Monday, but mostly it brings forth the crabby Beast of Burden within us all. People run around screaming "Get Off My Cloud!"

Wednesday we Spend the Night Together, and I no longer Miss You. Wild Horses couldn't drag me away.

Thursday is the day before Friday, so nothing matters. "It is almost the weekend," we assure ourselves as we pour Brown Sugar on our oatmeal.

Friday and Saturday are spent as a Midnight Rambler, and we declare our Sympathy for the Devil as we sip our drinks. There is a girl outside the Honky Tonk Women bar as we leave having her 19th Nervous Breakdown, crying "Gimme Shelter."

As for Sunday, what more Satisfaction is there than a day to rest? Other than police officers that see graffiti and Paint it Black, we take it easy.

Back to Tuesday. I don't like it, but You Can't Always Get What You Want. What could be more lame? This entry.