Day Four: The Study of "G" and Other Things

I'm going to attempt to type this while I eat. I really need to put the peddle to the metal and multitask. This salad I made has entirely too much dressing on it. And that ruins a salad completely for me. Some people love soggy leaves coated in mayonnaise-based dressing. I'm not too partial to that idea. But I spent 45 minutes making this blasted thing...defrosting and grilling the shrimp and so I'm going to eat it. I can never judge things correctly. Tonight is my early to bed, early to rise night. I have an 8 am class which means I have to go to sleep by 10:00 tonight. And I wanted to be in bed by 9 to spend some time reading or whatever. Yeah THAT'S not going to happen seeing as I have a whole chapter in my psychology book to read, finish this blog, finish eating, and get ready for bed in 30 minutes. I'll probably get to bed late but it's whatever. Seriously, this salad is disgusting. I'm going to just pick out the good bits and throw the rest away I guess. Pity. I wrote a little something...sort of like a journal entry while in the Maxim Doucet study hall this morning. I thought that I would include that in tonight's entry. Just some thoughts on natural selection and the "physically elite" in our human world. So here we go:

Day 3: 11:03 AM

I don't know where some people get off being so adorable. I just had to get that off my chest. For the sake of my own protection and the person I'm referring to I'm going to name this person "G". G is the kid of person that I could never fully wrap my head around. He and I exist on opposite planes of reasoning, personality, likes and dislikes, physical characteristics and so on. Reason says that G and I would never bre friends based on who we are. G is laid back, takes things as they come, rolls with the punches if you will. I'm uptight, in constant need or routine otherwise I become depressed and lazy, I'm a planner, and somewhat of a dictator. Both ends have their negatives and positives. G is a party animal. The Facebook never fails to inform me of his nightly romps and wild times that appear strange and foreign to me. While G is chugging beer to the point of severe intoxication with his friends, I am at home blogging, chatting, watching TV or painting my nails. Me, never having been intoxicated in my life. G is tall, slim, blond, athletic, light skinned with very large blue eyes. I am short, fat, dark brunette, tan with small brown eyes. G is outspoken, confident, funny and popular. And I'm...well I'm just not. I met G over the summer in one of my summer courses and now we're in class together again this semester. And despite the huge differences between G and I, I cannot help but watch him with a sense of curiosity and interest. I know that someone like G could never take interest in the life of someone like me, and so I keep my distance emotionally. But it seems through some glitch in the social norms and status quo that G and I have begun to be friends. G has one of those smiles that knock teenage girls on their asses. Boys like G are engineered by God to rule the natural selection of the mating world. They are the elite, superior, and aesthetically blessed males that usually get whatever they want out of life without really having to do much. There are women like this too, that usually pair themselves up with someone like G. I am not one of these women. I am engineered to DO things, not look pretty. I have been crafted to fix the children of the socially and aesthetically elite after they have endured 12 or 11 so years of their parents unrelenting narcissism and selfishness. Funny how things work out. But G is some kind of mutation of his kind. The fact that someone like him has even acknowledged my existence on this Earth and taken it a step further to create some kid of friendly common ground between us is unheard of. But I won't let my thoughts linger here too much. I will continue to document the strange phenomena that is G at a later date. I am in the Maxim Doucet study hall again. I was feeling in a bit of a contemplative mood after French class this morning and opted for a more private, quiet place to light. I have being in between hunger bouts. Right now I am not hungry but I'm trying to force myself to eat this sandwich because I know within the next 25 minutes I'm going to be starving. I have math class in 20 minutes. In ten minutes I'll start walking upstairs. It seems that Anissa's class isn't going to be the flower bed of roses that I originally had thought. She does kind of force us to speak aloud and go to the board. But it's just a pill I have to swallow. In 3-4 months I won't ever have to take another language course unless I opt to. Which I WON'T. I can learn French on my own time. I guess I should start packing up. I managed to gag down my sandwich do I guess it's off to Stat. Thank Jesus that class is only 50 minutes.

So that was my journal entry. For some reason today I have been gagging down food. No will to eat? I don't know. Maybe just stress. That's pretty much how the first half of my day went. Nothing special for the rest of it. Just class. I went and got the LAST book I will need for the semester. I spent over $400 on textbooks this semester. Talk about outrageous. I went and fought with the cashier's office after I closed my post box. I got a new post box with my new apartment so I am no longer in need of the UL post office's services. And OF COURSE as soon as I stop using the UL post office they hire a cutie that kind of looks like Geoff from Ace of Cakes. How depressing.

As I was reading my assignment for psychology I was noticing that a lot of the characteristics of "adolescents" And the more I read into it the more I agree with the theory that there is really no way to place a cut off date on adolescence. It's different than everyone. Take me for instance. I'm 20 years old. I live by myself and take care of my own daily needs, but my parents take care of me financially. I have only had a part time job once in my life for a few months and I do not intend on getting one at this time. I have entirely TOO much education matters to be concerned about. Especially after seeing my course load for this semester. I do not prefer driving. I do drive. I drive extremely well with much skill and precision and carefulness. I do not like it however so I don't do it. I don't have a car anymore apparently. That has been given to my sister. I would much rather walk as much as I hate doing it as of late. I don't want my vehicle back. I don't have many friends and some people would call me "socially underdeveloped". I call it, choosing not to associate with the vast majority of idiots that surround me. I don't drink. I don't smoke. I have never done drugs. I prefer watching television and sitting at home in the quiet listening to the radio or some music over going out on the town. I put my education first and my social life last. Some people will look at me and say "you're a big stupid child. You're not mature..you're a big baby", because I don't drive, I don't have a job and my parents pay for my necessities. Some people might look at me and say "Wow, you're really grown up that you put your education first, don't party and drink and listen to classical music." Where is the cut off exactly of "childish" or adolescent behavior? I mean there are 16 year olds that drive more than me, have a job and have loads of friends and as deemed by society they are more "mature" or "independent". But I know lots of people who would say the opposite. Maybe that they are more inexperienced with the real world and when they go to college they will find it harder to have that job or to keep friends. In any case it makes me feel better about myself and the fact that I'm sitting at home drinking apple juice and about to go to bed at 9 at night.

Anyway. I'm going to cut out early. I hope that whoever reads this enjoys it or at least gets a few laughs. These are my thoughts and my opinions and I am entitled to mine as much as you are entitled to yours. So please no flaming.
Thanks.
Today's picture is a stealth picture I took of my Biology 122 class.


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