Life is for living

People who have no vision frustrate me. By vision, I mean people who limit their opportunities just by refusing to consider the possibility of things.

“Quitting smoking is too difficult for me.”
“I’m not smart enough to get the grades to get into an Ivy league university.”
“He/She wouldn’t want to go out with me.”
“They wouldn’t hire me.”
“I’m not even going think about it because nothing will come out of it.”

STOP IT. NOW.

If we were to be negative about everything, we’d have to stick with only what we are perfectly comfortable with, and exactly how many things are we that comfortable with? Maybe if all we wanted was to go to work, sleep, and eat, it would be fine to confine ourselves within our comfort zones, but that is a pathetic existence. Life is for living and I don’t categorize existing with living. Tables exist. So do rocks and plants, but people live.

Let’s not settle for surviving either. Surviving is what animals do. They are born, they eat and sleep, they have babies, and then they die. It’s not much of a step up from simple existence. So how about we try to improve ourselves in everything we do so that we’re are not simply existing or surviving? Why don’t we “shoot for the stars,” as they say and make our lives so much more meaningful?

Let’s not think we’re only capable of this much and not that much. With sky high goals and firey passion, we could reach infinitely further – even in failure – than with self-deprecated attempts.

Booming

Last night was ridiculous. In my apartment, my room shares a wall with my dad’s room and my grandma’s room is on the other side of the apartment. So, last night I went to bed at around 10:30 and y’know, my bed was all nice and toasty because I have this electric padding thingy and I was feeling pretty comfortable.

Then, my dad’s friend started talking really loud. Remember how I already posted about how he talks too loudly? He was talking even LOUDER. He was basically yelling not unlike how I might yell if a waiter spit in my face at a restaurant. But no, he wasn’t mad. He was just talking.

And it was so loud! His sentences are strings of whooping noises and his voice goes up and down and up and down and GAH! After rolling around in my bed punching my pillow and grinding my teeth, I just said, “You know what? I can’t take anymore of this.”

So I got up and went to my grandma’s room. She was worried something was wrong when I first came in but I told her that my dad’s friend is really noisy and I might kill him if I don’t get some sleep tonight. I wrote about how my grandma’s room is on the other side of the apartment, right?

It was nice and quiet except my grandma’s snoring but it was kind of soothing. It wasn’t the violent snorting that I heard coming from my dad’s friend when he was taking that nap yesterday.

I got out a mat and I was lying on it, calming down and falling asleep, and I heard something. It was faint but it was definitely my dad’s friend’s voice. I couldn’t believe. And you know how if you notice something like that you can’t ignore it. Something like a dot on a blank, perfectly white canvas, where everything is perfect except for that one little, tiny thing and you cannot overlook it.

That’s what it was like. His voice was all I heard and it was booming and might as well have been a plane flying over the apartment. It was terrible.

My mind is being worn out

Yesterday, my dad ruined $400 worth of my clothes. I won’t comment further on this subject because I’m just going to get worked up.

Also, my dad’s friend is visiting from Korea. There are only six more days until he leaves and yes, I’m counting. He’s a nice guy, I guess but truth be told, he’s kind of annoying. I thought about what is it about him that annoys me. I thought about it all last night as I was trying to fall asleep but couldn’t because he was being kind of REALLY LOUD.

Around 11, I realized what it was. Remember how in elementary school, when you went to the library or something, an adult would say, “Shh. Use your indoor voice,” and you would eventually learn that when you’re inside you don’t have to talk so loud? Well, my dad’s friend wouldn’t remember that because I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to him. Or he never realized how to use his indoor voice.

Plus, his voice has a tendency to go up and down, and it just gets really irritating. Anyways, like I said, only six more days.

In other news, there were several tornadoes in Riverside county. In California. This makes no sense to me.

An ode to finals NOT

Ah, finals. A chance to prove your intellectual prowess after months of instruction. The culminating event of the semester in academia. Sounds good. EXCEPT IT’S NOT.

Finals suck! For some classes, the only thing the final will test is your ability to memorize tons and tons of inconsequential information. For others, months of material is crammed into less than 20 questions. The following is an equation that I learned from my calculus class:

MORE INFORMATION + LESS QUESTIONS = SMALL MISTAKES = F = FATAL = F***ED = FUN(NOT!)

And at my school, they give you a couple days between the end of classes and the start of finals to taunt you! Sure officially, they’re called reading days and they give them to us so we can study, but who does that? Who studies on reading days? Not me, that’s for sure (except I actually did study for my calculus final. See mathematical equation above.)

But even though I say that, I understand that it is all part of a system (y’know, with GPAs and everything) and that exams and finals are all a big part of it. Sounds like a stupid system to me, but since I can’t think of anything better, I guess I’d better stop complaining. At least the final for my religion class took me like 10 minutes.

No way is it snowing again

This is ridiculous. It’s snowing again. In mid-April. It was an amazing 75F yesterday and now it’s snowing. I just can’t get over it. There are people with sunburns from yesterday and it’s snowing. It was warm just this afternoon, too! When I left for work at 2, I was wearing shorts because it was so hot out and of course it just had to start snowing at 4.

I’m going to kick Mother Nature’s wintry ass.