HAY HO! Christmas Eve '10 Edition

Just stoppin' on by to end this long hiatus (and prove to the bwogging community that I'm not as emo as that last post...)

ANYWAY.

Allow me to begin with a few things I have learned:

1. No matter what, finals will never be my priority, nor will school.
2. Boone gets (c)old.
3. The best way to shut someone up is to quack in their face.
4. Lunar eclipses are serious business.

and, on a slightly more serious note,

5. True love knows no boundaries. And I promise to stop talking about it.




This year has been the only time I've considered the end of college because after being here for way too long, I realize there should be some light at the end, right? Wrong. As it turns out, the graduation audit process is really just an excuse for bad advisors to convince you the meeting can't go on without one...then you go to the Registrar's office to fight them to simply fill one out, only to learn

A) They weren't giving you due credit for LOTS of courses
B) They lost your records (surprise is hard to feign at this point)
C) The 2-month wait for the audit results in the same thing you were doing all
along: keeping track of what classes are left for graduation. Even then they
screw up and forget to count certain credits.

Before, I probably wouldn't have cared, but the whole "sucking-it-up" thing is pissing me off to no end. I've been putting up with this BS (not talking about my degree) only to tell assholes that I graduated college. Thing is, I never gave a flying cluck about that and I really just wanted to prove a lot of people wrong. Considering I've been forced to wait another year only because classes I need are only offered next spring, I'm considering dropping this waste of time and moving on. The world needs big ideas, and that--believe it or not--is my forte. Aside from all that, I'm ready to move. Staying in one place for too long is just not my cup of tea. Everything is getting a little stale (obviously me) and that's never healthy...

On to more important things. Seeing as us peeps shape our own universe, I've taken to ridding mine of any hostility (trying to, at least). Sometimes, however, blood can start boiling and you're left to either use human-power, clever diction, or tears to cope with the opposing force. Unfortunately, physical altercations have always dubbed me "hormonal," clever diction fails me in the heat of the moment, and tears lead me to the kind of anger that not even an army of 10,000 menopausal women could stop. So now I quack. If someone makes a passive aggressive comment, look them straight in the eye and quack. If someone tries to exhibit pseudo-authority over you? Quack Quack Quack *roll eyes*. The trick is to incorporate the hand motions of a quacking duck to imply they look and sound like an idiot. Times are tough, people. Nobody has time to exert any kind of energy on lame jerks...except quacking. Quacking is fun for all.

Now, is it me, or did the lunar eclipse have an unusually funny effect on people? I was researching the event and given its nature, the only thing I could find to even compare to how I was feeling was a horoscope that said the 2 days post eclipse will be a time of deep meditation. Let's just say, I was up for 68 hours for no given reason, talking to my spirit guides and transcending past my own skin. If I wasn't, I at least believe I was...so don't bother arguing because I'll start quacking. Oh, the irony. Honestly though, what I learned most of all, was the true nature of love; the kind that doesn't take work or forces you to lose a part of yourself. It's the kind that exists on a plane we sometimes lose touch with--beyond what we see in front of us. If you can love there, you never have to feel without it. It's a meditation...a chant...a boy in Italy...

Ok, I'm stopping.


Happy Christmahanukwanza