12.20.2011

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Yay!  Holidays!

Okay, I'm not really that enthusiastic.  But don't worry, I won't dull your ears with another anti-commercialism rant--you've heard enough of those.  Still, Christmas is is a nice time to spend with family and friends.

No, today we'll tackle the whole concept of New Year's resolutions.  I'm not keen on them, for a variety of reasons.  The primary one is that inherent in the idea is that the only time it's appropriate to change your habits is at the start of a new year (after all, we don't have mid year resolutions, do we?).  The next one up is that people hastily make decisions that result in unrealistic goals, and usually give up within a month or two.  So what's the point?

"I think I'll give up tuna this year.  That's totally doable."

That said, I see nothing wrong with periodic evaluations of your life and deciding to make changes at that time.  After all, if you're unhappy with your weight, why wait to start a new diet and exercise plan?  Figure out what you're going to do, and do it.  Establish a workable plan (instead of cutting out all cheeseburgers, maybe just eat smaller ones).  I use a diet as my example because that's a really popular one at New Year's.  It could be anything.  For example, going back to school.  Although you might have to wait a couple months on that one to allow for the school schedule--but you could still put in your applications and fill out your FAFSA.

And on that note, I have some periodic life evaluation goals of my own.  It just so happens that they line up with the New Year, but I'm implementing them yesterday.  Why wait?  I've been overly introspective this semester, mostly because I've actually had time to think.  A lot of what I've come to this time is really continuing or increasing previous efforts, but I think it's important to plan.  I plan a lot.  Some of you may think my going back to school was a little spur of the moment or unexpected (at least the major), but this was plan C when I was applying for grad school. 

Anyway, here's what I plan on working on until things come up for evaluation again.

1) Eat less crap.  Sure, I've lost weight, but that's mostly been quantity, not quality.  I'd like to try and improve the quality of what I'm eating, or at the very least stop eating food that says I hate myself.

Nothing says, "I hate myself," quite like food that looks the same after sitting out for a year.

2) Keep up the exercise/do more of it.  I started out with a pretty solid plan, but whenever classes start up or work happens, I start slacking off.  I'd like to not do that.  I'd also like to get my upper body strengthened so I stop breaking myself.  I'm hoping the yoga will be good for that--bad weather and sunset are no good for the current plan (walking/biking outside).

3) Wallow less.  I've had issues.  I have a bad tendency to wallow when I feel less than stellar.  This is another, "I hate myself," habit.

4) Reduce TV and internet consumption by at least 20%.  When I spend too much time on this stuff it starts to suck away my soul.  I can feel it.  20% is an arbitrary amount selected only so I have an excuse to include a pony.

 
Who doesn't want to be 20% cooler?


5) Be less paranoid.  I was raised to be pretty paranoid--living a very sheltered life will do that.  And then the whole debacle in Greenville just made it worse (it's hard not to be suspicious when everyone who approaches you on the street really is asking you for money).  But let's face it--just because someone happens to be walking in my direction, it doesn't mean they're going to initiate an unpleasant social interaction.  Maybe they just want to go to that place behind me. 

6) Continue working towards balance and moderation.  You'll notice that none of these things are to stop doing something entirely.  Lately I've become convinced that achieving balance (amongst all that crap that's important to me) is the way to go, the path that will result in the most enjoyable life.  Now, sometimes that may mean working more, or spending more time with friends--balance doesn't necessarily mean that everything has to be equal.  And, of course, it's a hard thing to achieve, and will vary from time to time.  But if I'm going to pick an unreachable goal, I think this is a good one to strive towards.  I think that moderation is key for balance, too.  It's not healthy to do anything in excess and I think keeping things in check is a good way to move towards a more reasonable and happy life.

Will I be successful with all of this stuff?  Maybe, maybe not.  The important thing is to try.  Even if I only get a fifth of the way there, at least I will have made progress towards my ultimate goals.  Small changes are still changes, and a lot of this is things that can take a lifetime. 

Oh, and on a completely unrelated note, have a Merry Christmas!!!

Don't worry, in the spirit of the season, Cthulu will wait until after the holiday to swallow your souls.

12.12.2011

The Apathetic Cat Fetish

So, I usually check the stats on my blog whenever I do a post.  I like to see if people are actually reading my stuff, and it's always interesting to see the search terms that lead people here.

Or disturbing.  Sometimes it's disturbing.

Anyway, for your viewing pleasure, I thought I'd share what's been getting people here (other than my facebook links).

For the week:

sock fetish   
chemistry background   
fye cosplay

For the month:
black bible sex cosplay   
and i am the last   
cat don't want to know   
ears plugged anime   
hi. i don't care.   
i don't work here   
punching holes in dapped domes   
sock fetish
chemistry background   
fuck me ia m doctor

And for all time:
i dont care, i am the cat   
black bible sex cosplay   
fuzzy toe socks   
i care cat   
and i am the last   
cat don't want to know   
don't ever question me   
dont know dont care   
ears plugged anime   
hi. i don't care.

I think my favorite is the last one for the month.  "fuck me i am doctor." (I'm assuming a typo there.)  What exactly were they looking for?

As for the rest, it give the impression that my blog is about cats, apathy, and fetishes.  And here I was shooting for ponies and dreams.

So it's now the Apathetic Cat Fetish blog?

The Night of the Living College Recruiters

So, ever since I started back to school, I've been getting calls from college recruiters.  Well, technically I've been getting them since early summer, but the ones earlier this year were all for some guy.  I think his name was Mike Luddo, or at least that's what it sounded like the people calling were saying.  Half of them sounded like they had marbles in their mouths or something.

I really hate this Mike Luddo guy, and if I ever meet him, I'm going to kick him so hard.  It's so not cool to be receiving unsolicited phone calls from colleges at all hours of the day when you're a) trying to find work, so you have to answer unfamiliar numbers because it might be someone offering you a job and b) when you're in the process of moving out of your crappy apartment which fills you with rage (the apartment, although having half your stuff on the other side of town is also unpleasant).  I went off on several of these callers.  I think one of them thought I was an angry girlfriend or something because they were all, "Do you know who this is?"  "I don't care, stop calling me!"  I tried to find out where they got my number so I could get pulled from the master list, but they always hung up on me.  Eventually it dried up, I think because I reported them to the no call list, which I'm on.  Still, if Mike ever wonders why he never heard back from RISD, that's totally me.  Maybe he should have put his own damn number down.

But I digress.  Now I'm receiving calls from college recruiters who actually want to talk to me, instead of that jackhole Mike.  It's still super annoying, because I have no idea how I got on their list.  I don't remember signing up for any college recruiting lists.  My best guess is that my current school gave it out (it is a community college, so a lot of people transfer) or something went horribly wrong in my attempts to find work.  Either way, I really don't understand why they keep calling me.  I'm damn near thirty, so I'm not some wet behind the ears kid who's willing to listen to their propaganda.  I just bought a house, so I'm not going to move halfway across the country.  I have two degrees, am working on a third, am 23 hrs away from a BBA, and 12 hrs away from an MFA (12 hours which would have had to have been taken over two semesters, I must add).I'm already up to my tits in student loan debt, so why would I want to take out even more?

Of course, what really brings this up is that I got another call from one this morning.  Now, those of you who have had the pleasure of calling me in the morning know what I'm like when you wake me up.  I have several friends who are actually afraid to call me before 10 a.m.  I am so violently not a morning person, but that's probably best covered another day.  At my best, when woken up by the phone I am groggy and retarded.  At my worst, I am openly antagonistic.  Depending on the hour, I may start off by yelling at you (I still feel bad about giving ADT a hard time when they called about the shop alarm at 3 am one night).  

You see, when I am awakened by the phone ringing, a fairly basic series of thoughts runs through my head.  I say runs, but it's more like crawls.  I'm not swift in the morning. Incoherent is a good word to describe me.  This morning was no exception.  This morning's wake up call went something like this (with bonus! look inside of Linda's head):

The phone is ringing.
Why is the phone ringing?
Who the fuck is calling me at this hour? [pick up phone and check the caller ID]
I don't know this number.
Maybe they want to give me a job.
I should answer the phone.
[answer the phone]  "Hello?"
"Blah blah blah blah."
Why did you wake me up?
You aren't trying to set up a job interview.
You aren't a friend in need of assistance.
Who the fuck are you and what do you want?
"Blah blah, blah blah blah."
I can't really understand half of what you're saying.
I just woke up.
I can't process verbal input yet.
Tell me what you want so I can go back to sleep.
"Blah blah blah, college recruiter, can I have a minute of your time?"
Oh, wait, I caught that.
College recruiter?
What the fuck?
I'm in school.Why would I want to change schools?
I want to go back to sleep.
"You're a college recruiter?  I've been in school my entire life.  I don't need any more bloody education."
"Blah blah, I'm sorry. Blah blah-"
Why are you wasting my sleeping time with this?  [hang up]  I'm also half asleep, so I still didn't make out half of what you said.  I don't care, I'm tired.
Fucking assholes. 
How'd they get my number, anyway?
I hate them.
*snore*

If I'd been more awake, I'd have gone off about how I'm on the no call list and demanded to know where they got my number from, but my morning retardation prevented me from doing so.  Oh, well, I'll just have to grill the next one.  At least they're not calling as often as they did for Mike.





I wish they'd come to my door so I could kick them and set them on fire.