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"this isn't london."

pet peeve of the day:

people that, when walking toward you, angle themselves to pass you on your right.

when leaving the library, when i am walking six inches away from a table on my right - already creating a barrier - and you are walking toward me, i should not have to take three steps to the left to allow you to pass on my right. this is ridiculously annoying. it should be common knowledge that you stay to the right. it's how we drive. it's how we shake hands. stop being obnoxious.

also: when someone is in the middle of a sentence on the telephone with you, please do not punctuate it with encouragement for something on the television or in front of you, whether it be a stupid band, a sports team, or a funny animal. maybe a robber. or a need to see a doctor. other than that, just get off the phone.

procrastination bug bites again...

so i have this test. a big giant test that, although not as long or perhaps arduous as the mcat tim had to take on monday, it still pretty much determines my life. if i don't pass, i don't student teach. if i don't student teach, i don't graduate. it's a big fat english content test and i should, in theory, be studying every night. i should, in theory, go over the $25 book i bought, figure out all of the concepts and the terminology, the grammar and the citations... instead, i'm sitting on my couch, content with writing two papers and reading for class tomorrow.

i need to get in gear. stat.

shocking.

this is me, procrastinating as per usual. i have a paper due tomorrow that i don't even want to think about, let alone work on, so here i be.

viginia tech. holy balls. kind of makes me stay in my house. dead bolt all doors behind me. not talk to strangers. or talk to them in order to avoid being shot at later.

i learned about everything this morning b/c handy msn as a homepage fills me in on what i should know that day if something substantial occurs. i got to class and watched some live footage in attempts to grasp the situation, not really understanding. i was glad when the rachel ray talk show was interrupted for an ann curry update, along with President Bush's short take on the subject.

i got back to my apartment and watched cnn for what seemed like forever. i just couldn't wrap my mind around what happened. it makes me feel afraid, but it was mainly just so sad. more so to know that the gunman killed himself. i don't know what i would do if my child was murdered and i never even knew the reasons why. someone on cnn said something to the effect of, "it's just as well that he's not on this earth anymore." i can see where he's coming from, but i wish that the gunman didn't get the satisfaction of taking his own life and not having to face the victims or the families he affected.

i hate serious posts. i always feel lame, but i usually don't invest much into the news. i recently watched a show regarding columbine on the nat'l geographic station and perhaps that's why this situation got to me more than it would have. it's just craziness.

i hate that journalists are hounding the president of the school and police officers about how they handled the situation. i watched the initial press conference that they held and i actually think they did everything in their power to do what was right for the students of the school. someone said the journalists were just scapegoating, and i agree. it upsets me to watch coverage and hear the anchors attempt to blame the campus police or the heads of the university, when it is fairly clear to me that they did what they could and what they felt was best throughout the day.

idk. it's just so sad... i suppose i should get paper-writing.

glowing.

and by glowing, i mean i just got back from the gym, red and sweaty, and am taking a break before attempting some random excersises around my apt...

my ass hurts. i like to bike, but i feel as though that tiny seat is just silly. there are other kinds of bikes i could use, that have you kind of sit in a chair with your legs in front of you instead of under you, but i was told those aren't as productive. i can't see how a chair vs. a tiny seat matters, but at least i fit on it, regardless of its comfort.

today marks the fourth day in a row that i have gone to the gym after class. i bike, i run, i bike, i leave. if i'm up for it i do some lame arm things at my apt b/c i don't know how to use the weights at the gym. even if i did i'm pretty sure i'd end up tearing, pulling, or massively dislocating something.

forcing my body to be productive for approximately 45 minutes to an hour every day this week is a super nice change. i thought that maybe it would get me in shape, at the very least, to walk to class... but so far i still have to breathe deeply and catch my breath by the time i get to my building. but hey, i go down a hill, up three flights of concrete steps, down three more, up one, down two-ish, around a downhill bend, and then back when class is over. it's a workout in and of itself, which is probably why i like to drive.

i'm going to try to get up at a reasonable time tomorrow so i can get in a morning run before heading home to work for my dad slash get tutored in quark, in which i need to create a four page newsletter by wednesday... a program i know absolutely nothing about. having a dad that owns a public relations/marketing firm really comes in handy for all these journalism classes...

he is going out of town in a week or so and wants me to come back to do all of the things i used to do for him... hold down the fort secretarial-wise for a few days... i tried to explain to him that it has been quite a while since i paid bills, put together mailings, filed misc. newsletters, etc... but i'm actually pretty excited to go back for a bit. now that i actually understand what it is that they do there i think it will be super interesting to see how marketing really works.

it's a good filler between jobs... one that pays better than when i was 17... and significantly more than the job i recently left.

here's to productivity. outside of schoolwork, at least.