Stalkerisms, This Evening, And Classes!

Sometimes, when I randomly see people I know walking on campus, I feel like such a stalker.  I know that's weird, considering it's pretty much always coincidental, but yeah.  I think it's because I'm a very aware person.  I often realize that a person 20 paces away is someone I know because I tend to focus a lot on how people walk and carry themselves, again, very aware of things; whereas most people probably wouldn't be able to tell it's me until their only 10 paces away.

Today, for example.  I saw a guy from film club riding his bike toward me and I immediately could tell it was him so I waved.  At first, he gave me a look like, "who the fuck is this chick waving at me?"  He finally realized that it was me when he was pretty much already passed me and through me a quick "Hey".

Anywaysssss.

Tonight I have to work night reception.  Lucky for me it's the early shift, 11:30-3 AM.  Not too bad; it could be worse.  One of my close friends is also having a half-birthday party tonight, in which I really wanted to go, but must work hard for the money instead.

Oh and, this just in!

Class schedule for next semester:

Mon:

Intro to Film 10:20-1:10 PM

Intro to English 3:00- 4:50 PM

Marketing personal selling and buying 6-8:50 PM

Tues:

Acting 2- 10:20-12:10 PM

Astronomy 12:40-2:00 PM

Wed:

Intro to Film 10:20-12:10 PM

Intro to English 3:00-4:50 PM

Thurs:

Acting 2- 10:20-12:10 PM

Astronomy 12:40-2:00 PM

Fri:

Intro to Film 10:20-11:10 PM

Not too shabby, huh?

Bookworm!

Thanks to Emma for giving me material for today's post!  She nominated moi as a Proud Bookworm!

Rules are:

Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to open the nearest book to page 46. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences. The closest book, not the coolest, or the one you think will sound the best. THE CLOSEST.

Here it is, from Libby and Short's Financial Accounting:

"She works full-time for a large CPA firm and has been assigned to do the audit of her friend's business.  Mark Jacobs borrowed $100,000 for a home mortgage from First City National Bank.  The mortgage was granted on normal credit terms.  Mark is the partner in charge of the First City audit."

Real interesting stuff, huh?

As for 5 bloggers:

Melanie@ Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda

Jesse@ Jesse's Blog

Lauren@ Think Before You Speak

SO@24 @ Starting over at 24

Calla@ Life Or Something Like It

Accounting and Starbucks

So,  I suck at NaBloPoMo.  I figured I post more than once a day so that makes up for missing yesterday :)

I'm in the library right now, my home, working on an accounting project.  I hate school.  Not really, I just hate business.  I'm so sick of caring about it, because really, who cares about money; as long as you have enough of it to live, and then some, it doesn't really matter.

Anyways, this week has been long, and it's only Wednesday.  Luckily, today was lovely.  I slept in, missed my class, and went and officially changed my major with the University Undergraduate Department.  Then, I went to Starbucks in which I ordered my favorite winter drink, a White Peppermint Mocha.  It was quite delicious.  As commercial as Starbucks is, they make some pretty yummy drinks.  I visited Barnes and Nobles and saw a bunch of books that will be going on my gift list this year.  I also window-shopped.  Thus, a great day was in the making.

Tomorrow I will be signing a lease for next year (we do it so early in East Lansing) with one of my best friends.  I can't wait.  Not that living with the boys is all that  bad, but sometimes you just need girl time.

I'm sorry this isn't more interesting to you all, but this accounting project really is taking most of my focus.

48/5

I finally get a relaxed week from the stress of academics, I took my last midterm today and have a rest for the next week or two.  However, at 3 AM I start my night receptionist job until 7AM, then I have a class at 10:20, then I work at 5 at Bath and Body Works!  Right after B B W I have film club in which we discuss the awesome 48/5 competition.

Basically I could skip all of this except film club and be content :)  

The 48/5 contest is actually really cool.  We get to pick groups as big or as little as we'd like, then we get 48 hours to make a 5 minute short- in which the competition specifies the location, one prop, and one line that must be in the film.  We only get 48 hours to write, film, edit, and finish this film.  It should be kick ass, not to mention, if all goes as planned, I'm on the sweetest team around.

Top 3 films in the competition get entered in the East Lansing Film Festival.

This is one thing I really am super stoked for.

Something I'm not stoked for- waking up at 2 AM to get ready for work.

Goodnight loves- and don't forget to check out Nathanial Matis

Music is my Heroin

Could you ever date someone who didn't like, or listen to, music?

I'm not sure that I could. Although I've gotten behind on keeping up with the latest jams, I still am so passionately in love with all the music I listen to, that I can't imagine someone not listening to it.

For me, music is healing. When I break up with someone, or something doesn't go my way, I turn to it to console me, to help me get through it.

I don't know what I would have done had I not had Bonnie Somerville's 'Winding Road' to get me through my break up with the Ex-Boy. What would I have turned to had I never discover how great Death Cab for Cutie is while walking through campus in the fall?

How is it that I can have a crush on someone who doesn't listen to music, or, dare I say it, doesn't even like music.

Music gets me through my day, and helps me fall asleep at night.

Can you really be compatible with someone who doesn't share, or care to share, a passion with you that you've carried inside of you forever?

It's about that time

After formulating about my character, Nathanial Matis (see post for recall), I decided to start writing his story. Although I originally wanted to write a screenplay, I'd changed my mind and decided to just write a short story, perhaps it would turn into a long story, and perhaps it could go farther than that. I hope to eventually write a screenplay but I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet. My imagination seems to go wild and I can't contain it to something that could be filmed with virtually no budget and the little resources/locations that MSU has to offer.

In lieu of my character and his story I've decided to break it up for you all, so you aren't reading a devastating amount of paragraphs. With that said, I've created a blog solely dedicated to this.

I hope you all read it, comment on it, and provide me with the constructive criticisms I need to make it a brilliant piece of work.

Here it is: The untitled story of certain event that pertain the the character Nathanial Matis.

A Look Back to That Awkward Girl From High School

Last night was a best friend's birthday. Naturally, she had a party to celebrate. For some reason I was extremely nervous for this party. A bunch of people from our High School were going to be there and Tricia was definitely closer to Miss Popular than myself, Miss Invisible/Awkward.

Not to mention that one of the guys is a mutual ex-boyfriend of mine and Tricia's. Another was someone, who in high school, I pretty much despised (he wasn't the friendliest or nicest of people, and he thought very highly of himself). Then there was the best friend of the mutual ex, we'll call him Slaw (I know, it's a weird nickname to give, but it makes sense to me).

Slaw was the ex-fling of an old high school friend that I've pretty much lost touch with. Not only did they almost date, but then, when she was with her very serious boyfriend, she flirted with the idea of ending it all for him, with reason, Slaw is very gentlemanly like, or so his persona gives off. I believe they've lost touch over the past couple of years.

So, I'm getting ready for this party, and I notice, I have a large assortment of creatures in my stomach. I don't think butterflies does it justice, but I think I'll have to go with something like small dinosaurs. I had to stop, look myself over in the mirror, and ask myself, "Why the hell am I so nervous to see people from my past?"

High school was...a strange time for me. I hadn't the faintest idea of who I was, and to be quite honest, I wasn't really anybody. I hadn't let myself open up enough to others, or myself to know the person I am now. Even if the people weren't so horrible to me, I perceived it as such because I was so lost within myself that I underestimated myself to the extreme. In my eyes I was nothing, so why would I have been anything in their eyes?

I wouldn't say college has changed me, but I would say it has helped me discover the person who I really am. You can't change from something to another, if you weren't anything to begin with.

The answer to the question I asked myself, to that dreaded high school girl that stared back at me in the mirror was:

I'm scared because I finally have to show them that I really am a person, not just a frightened zombie, like that of what I was in High School. The fear comes from the fact that they just might hate who I really am, or they might love it, and if they love it, then there's nothing backing my opinion of these people that I've held on so strongly to since middle school. If I'm now showing who I am, whose to say they never were who I thought them to be? This within itself is scary.

Let me just tell you, that all these fears, all these opinions I've held of the people that I barely ever really knew- were completely put at rest when I arrived to that party.

Slaw gave me a huge hug and told me how great I look, one of the guys, a neighbor, shot the shit with me for a while about what we've been up to the past couple years. The one I'd despised gave me props for diffusing a could've-been fight, and I even came to realize what a true loser the mutual ex turned out to be. It didn't help that he was completely wasted and on Zanax and Prozac, all recreationally, of course. It felt good to know that I got somewhere in life, and that looks (pretty much all he had going for him) obviously doesn't always get you somewhere in life.

The party was a great time, and an eye opening experience. I've always had issues putting things that are in the past behind me, but I feel as though this party has finally put the demon that is my high school self, to rest. I can finally go on with life, knowing a little bit more about myself than I had a day before, which, isn't that what college is all about, anyways?