With my final paper finally being turned in, I am finally free at last to do whatever I please. Well, at least until I find a job to work at. I submitted another application at indeed.com, and I hope to finally get that job after so many tries. Until then I’m stuck at my house doing menial chores, writing novels, and playing video games. Thank God, the draft is tomorrow, though with my luck, the Ravens won’t select anyone that night. Night.
We’ve all been there. It’s finals and we’re all burned out, waiting for the fresh breath of summer vacation, or rather spring vacation in my case. As the NFL draft rears its head, I’m a little more than impatient. I am way past ready to get my one exam out of the way, and am currently searching for a research project (and, hopefully, a kind teacher to get a recommendation from) to enlist in. I had ordered Final Fantasy XIII from Amazon and hope that it’s worth the purchase. I heard good things about it, and the gameplay looks awesome and more my speed, but after watching the walkthroughs, I feel the story was a little meh. I had no idea what it was about, but the characters are more fleshed out and real. Goodnight.
So I couldn’t see very well yesterday due to the eye drops the doctor squirted in my eye to dilate my pupils. Said I was near sighted and needed glasses, which made wonder if they do this for any little slight. My mom makes it out worse than it actually is but as expected when I told her my vision wasn’t that bad, she says it’s denial and points out that she and my uncle did/does that (and I bet she brings this up tomorrow since she reads these things). Will it kill her to not compare me to any relatives as if I was nothing but a rolling mass of parts constructed by them, and no I am not ashamed about wearing glasses (even if I think I won’t need them as much). Anyway, after a day, the dilation finally wore off, and I completed one of my final assignments. I finally completed Final Fantasy X and now started X-2 (different battle system to get used to). Night.
For the record I hate BET, so…stereotypical? Anyway, today was the last day for any lectures and close readings and…things that just feels like they would never end, and after having my paper checked out by my literature teacher and a great reading discussion of “Typical American”, I looked back on this almost ending semester and I just have to…drop the mic. Peace!
Asexuality is a little known orientation that is categorized as having little to no interest in sex. It is not celibacy which is more of choice not to have sex for personal reasons as aces, as they’re called, could choose to have sex. They are known to be different types of asexuals. One most are familiar with is aromantic (no romantic or sexual feelings what so ever), but there are many types, such as the gray area demisexuals (can have either romantic or sexual feelings but not at first sight and needs to develop deeper connection). Am I asexual you ask? I would have to say no, but I do care less about sex or romance than most. Asexuality is an interesting subject, and is often misunderstood. It is not talked about as much as homosexuality which is probably due to the fact that no sex is not as taboo as same-sex. Though having no sexual feelings is weird to some, it doesn’t quite stir up much uproar in the media and when it does, it is often misrepresented. No doubt that aces will love for people to research the subject more thoroughly.
Two colors I love: orange and blue. They just go well together. I tried on my orange shirt with my blue pants and it was a good fit. I also wore my orange tie with my blue shirt to the meeting this morning (I was working sound). We had some lunch afterward, and I got to get on the swings before it rained. For those who might be telling me to grow up, I got news for you: be a kid once in a while you’ll smile more.
Baring a little argument going on at the house, I got to get a jump on that paper due Thursday about “The Bluest Eye”. Please, please let me get a higher grade than a D or a C even. It is driving me crazy! Night.