Try this exercise out. Forget all that you know, forget what has happened in your life, your experiences, your relationships, even your birth. Everything is a blank space. Make sure you have a paper and a writing utensil nearby. Pretend that now you are the one who writes your fate. Everything that you decide to put on that page is how your life is going to turn out. You are now the author. Now write your story the way you want it. You feel more in control of your life, that you have the power to choose anything. You are the god/goddess of your world. Look at your handy work. You’ve created a new world. That world is now appearing in your world right now. Congratulations, my friend. You just manifested your ideal life
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.
I can’t even look at Samurai Jack the same right now (don’t do it. I’m not kidding. The theory is probably not true but if you’re weak in the mind, don’t do it)…I’ll get over it. Just like Rugrats (reminder: weak stomach and minded people stay away).
Back to what I was saying, the teacher pretty much offered little help but point out what was wrong and appeared to have trouble telling me what to do right. She made it seem like it was obvious, so I just felt stupid. Now if this was Math, I wouldn’t feel so bad. But English is my turf. You don’t make feel bad on my turf. So I have end this week on ambiguous terms with an upcoming test on Tuesday, and the end of the semester. (P.S this nice woman had sent me key terms for the test and I really appreciate that, and it’s okay for guy friends to hug. It doesn’t mean they are gay. Just throwing that out there).
I was a beast at the test today. 69/70. Almost perfect. I was the first to walk out of the room too, and despite the next three lectures, a financial aid error, and filling out a form for registration, nothing could bring my mood down. It turns out I actually did my assignment right and since I did my essay and proofread it, all I need to do is turn it in. I got hungry in literature and went on a trip to the vending machine. It helped pass the time. We looked at taxidermy and fossils in creative writing (long story), and I tried those Neuro Sonic drinks while watching Final Fantasy lists. Today was awesome.
You know that test I have been studying like crazy for? Well, it turns out that it isn’t until Thursday, so I did all that studying…well it’s not for nothing since I am way ahead of the game. So…is it embarrassing?
Well, I started my day as usual getting my chores done, watching Final Fantasy XIII and XII on YouTube, and looking into more on color and standards of beauty (see last post) all the while studying and reading (it’s a lot simpler than it sounds). I also looked into size insecurity (I think it’s kind of overrated, but that’s probably me looking at it from a biological standpoint than aesthetically). And finally, on my last day of Spring Break, I did some editing and a nice long jog…while also breaking out the Raid and eliminating some wasps. Life is good right now.
Mopey Tuesday continues to torment me with a test early in the morning, another five hour lectures plus conference and a meeting, and the selection of sources for our paper due after Spring Break (I just emailed her some questions, hopefully she’ll answer them since I won’t be seeing her until then. I don’t know. I have a feeling she might be one of those teachers). I can’t believe the Ravens traded Haloti Ngata, and I can’t believe even further that the Saints traded Jimmy Graham of all people. The league is too confusing to follow now, and I’m too busy to deal with it now. P.S. I think America is finally getting loose on the censored swearing at night. That is…weird.