Saturday, September 06, 2008
I have moved on, alas. I loved this blog layout because it was the first i ever did myself to any real extent, so I was reluctant to change it when I became tired of the same old same old. And the name doesn't quite fit anymore either. It's still amusing and cute, but not really me. I am a college kid all full of ideals and hopes made of soap bubbles and blown glass. Not so much the wishywashy Californian turned disgruntled transplant. Thus I have created a new blog. With a new shiny name.
Goodbye! -- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 6.9.08 ) .
Goodbye! -- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 6.9.08 ) .
Saturday, February 09, 2008
I Am Supposed To Be Homeworking
I have about fifteen pages to write by tuesday. I have not read as much of the book as I should have for the class.
I am going out anyway. Because man. What is college for, if not all-nighters? -- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 9.2.08 ) .
I have about fifteen pages to write by tuesday. I have not read as much of the book as I should have for the class.
I am going out anyway. Because man. What is college for, if not all-nighters? -- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 9.2.08 ) .
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
It's A Dangerous Thing...
...Nostalgia. It comes every now and then. Generally I love my life right now. I have an amazing companion, roommates I get along with and enjoy, a beautiful campus, snow, and so much more.
All in all, I have a great existence. And even though I'm hundreds, if not thousands of miles from my oldest friends, I have contact with most of them. Sometimes not the best contact, but contact nonetheless. It is the miracle of the internet.
Recently I have complained that my friends are "dropping like flies". It's misleading, since there has only been one wedding and one more on the horizon. But they are both dear friends. We went through so many moments together and part of me feels like that means the clock is ticking for me as well. However, I figure I have about two years before I know for sure. And at least three before anything happens. Probably closer to four, and that is only the close end of a very vague spectrum.
Despite the fact that I cringe internally every time one of my friends achieves a major life milestone, I am overwhelmingly happy for them. I am happy for Rachel's wedded bliss to a man who can match her lovable quirky ways with enthusiasm. I am happy for Natalie's slowly building event that promises to not only be beautiful but also the beginning of another adventure. I am happy for Justin's wild romping outside the safety of the US, and how much he has grown since high school. I am happy for Benjamin's blossomed maturity and confidence, and even though we haven't touched base recently, I see signs of interest all over his internet tracks.
Lisa is graduated and, I think, looking at grad schools. Yesenia teaches first grade in New York. Elise has gotten married and had a wonderful son named David. RJ graduated UCSB, or that is the rumor.
Others have graduated. I just noticed the phrase "____is graduated" is wildly inaccurate, grammatically. And yet, I am pretty certain that it is a vernacular thing and not my own personal 3am inability to create English.
This was going to be more entertaining, but mostly I just wanted a forum for my angst. Haha. Paul is away, and although I didn't put two and two together until just now, he is visiting old and dear friends. Perhaps that is insight into my current pensive mood. Usually pensive moods turn out better writing, but oh well.
...Nostalgia. It comes every now and then. Generally I love my life right now. I have an amazing companion, roommates I get along with and enjoy, a beautiful campus, snow, and so much more.
All in all, I have a great existence. And even though I'm hundreds, if not thousands of miles from my oldest friends, I have contact with most of them. Sometimes not the best contact, but contact nonetheless. It is the miracle of the internet.
Recently I have complained that my friends are "dropping like flies". It's misleading, since there has only been one wedding and one more on the horizon. But they are both dear friends. We went through so many moments together and part of me feels like that means the clock is ticking for me as well. However, I figure I have about two years before I know for sure. And at least three before anything happens. Probably closer to four, and that is only the close end of a very vague spectrum.
Despite the fact that I cringe internally every time one of my friends achieves a major life milestone, I am overwhelmingly happy for them. I am happy for Rachel's wedded bliss to a man who can match her lovable quirky ways with enthusiasm. I am happy for Natalie's slowly building event that promises to not only be beautiful but also the beginning of another adventure. I am happy for Justin's wild romping outside the safety of the US, and how much he has grown since high school. I am happy for Benjamin's blossomed maturity and confidence, and even though we haven't touched base recently, I see signs of interest all over his internet tracks.
Lisa is graduated and, I think, looking at grad schools. Yesenia teaches first grade in New York. Elise has gotten married and had a wonderful son named David. RJ graduated UCSB, or that is the rumor.
Others have graduated. I just noticed the phrase "____is graduated" is wildly inaccurate, grammatically. And yet, I am pretty certain that it is a vernacular thing and not my own personal 3am inability to create English.
This was going to be more entertaining, but mostly I just wanted a forum for my angst. Haha. Paul is away, and although I didn't put two and two together until just now, he is visiting old and dear friends. Perhaps that is insight into my current pensive mood. Usually pensive moods turn out better writing, but oh well.
Labels: California, Nostalgia, Wedding
-- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 19.12.07 ) .Thursday, November 29, 2007
What I have been saying...
...since 7th grade.
...since 7th grade.
-- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 29.11.07 ) .
Racism is simply an ugly form of collectivism, the mindset that views humans strictly as members of groups rather than as individuals. Racists believe that all individuals who share superficial physical characteristics are alike: as collectivists, racists think only in terms of groups. By encouraging Americans to adopt a group mentality, the advocates of so-called "diversity" actually perpetuate racism.
--Congressman Dr. Ron Paul
Monday, November 26, 2007
Just a Few Reasons...
...why I am nervous about my current state of homework affairs:
I have two papers due tomorrow. Research papers. A paper in which I had to gather people-data through interviews (or surveys, but I did interviews) and conduct actual thinking-type stuff. And another about the Ritual Practices and Symbolism of Daoism.
My usual paper-writing practice is some form of hunt-and-peck internet research coated in a creamy later of fabrication and filled with the fluffy nougat of stylish but meaningless didactic prose.
Which usually would not be such a large issue, excepting that my Daoism professor is an actual Doctor Highly Pretentious and Specific Scholar of Daoism, PhD. And my paper touches a good deal around his area of concentration. Oh hell.
Also I have only very loosely begun either one. Research doing and done. Data collected. But precious few sentances have actually seen blissful daylight.
-- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 26.11.07 ) .
...why I am nervous about my current state of homework affairs:
I have two papers due tomorrow. Research papers. A paper in which I had to gather people-data through interviews (or surveys, but I did interviews) and conduct actual thinking-type stuff. And another about the Ritual Practices and Symbolism of Daoism.
My usual paper-writing practice is some form of hunt-and-peck internet research coated in a creamy later of fabrication and filled with the fluffy nougat of stylish but meaningless didactic prose.
Which usually would not be such a large issue, excepting that my Daoism professor is an actual Doctor Highly Pretentious and Specific Scholar of Daoism, PhD. And my paper touches a good deal around his area of concentration. Oh hell.
Also I have only very loosely begun either one. Research doing and done. Data collected. But precious few sentances have actually seen blissful daylight.
-- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 26.11.07 ) .