Thread: Journal?! More like a Rantfest!

October 7, 2013 Monday Sooo...journals...yes...feelings! Well perhaps before I start flying off the handle and writing ridiculous things, I should probably say a little bit about myself at this point in my life to sort of set the scene I am...26...27? No...26. 27 -soon-. I decided to stop counting after 25. I'm a New Yorker sooo if I include many, many rantings about why out of state drivers suck, it's because I live in a state where we drive like we're trapped in the Grand Theft Auto universe. I started Roleplaying on BMR as a way to erm...stay faithful to my girlfriend. As silly as that may sound. We've been together for two and a half years. I love her to pieces. But she's going to college about 4 hours away from me so...yes...I don't get to have sex -ever-. I suppose I could, I live in a city and there are lesbians aplenty! But I like the current one I've got. So yes, I write a lot of porn when I probably should be doing homework. I work too much, I write too much I -love- writing, makes my brain work, and I don't study nearly as much as I should I can't help it that Organic Chemistry is boring and my brain explodes when I look at molecules...sorry if you really like Chemistry, but I hate it P. I have a B.F.A. in Studio Art, a B.A. in Art Education and my Master's in Education. Soooo yeah....I have a lot of pieces of paper that say I'm qualified to do things. But right now I choose to work for a shipping company, loading trucks and sorting your mail. I get -awesome- benefits. Plus I get to watch all your packages get crushed to bits...which is fairly amusing sometimes, depending on what ridiculous thing was in the box. Whoever designed our building didn't know much about Physics or Engineering. And sometimes yes, we step on your packages when they fall on the floor. And maaayyybbeee we put a 50lb box of papers ontop of your 4lb one full of Grandma's cookies, it happens. So here's a tip for shipping stuff Pack your thing in a sturdy box, put in a ton of packaging paperpeanutsbubblewrap around it, tape it up real well, then chuck it against the wall. If it survives, you can probably ship it through whatever shipping company you like. But yes! So I'm licensed to teach Art! I love to teach, absolutely love it. Felt incredibly alive and like I had a purpose! Then I got laid off...sucks. And now I work in a menial labor position...sucks some more. Unfortunately taxpayers don't care about art things and I can't sit still long enough to take any sort of office job. So! Now I'm going to college for the second time around and working nights Getting my B.S. in Biology and maybe I'll go to Med School like my parents wanted, if I don't burn out from school first. I have the -best- sleep schedule. Sarcasm. I sleep in two shifts. One 2 hour shift after school and before work then another 2 hour shift before I go to school. Then I sleep for about 14 hours on Saturdays to make up the difference, though I tend to wake up every 2-3 hours and struggle to go back to bed. So I write...a lot...or I read my textbooksdo my homework. If any of you have played with me, you'll notice my writing gets a little...out of control with ridiculousness due to my lack of sleep. I usually write things that are lighthearted, romantic comedies, that sort of thing. Stuff the lends itself to me having a sort of doofy narratorinner monologue voice. I am a giant puppy dog. Or a giant child as my girlfriend likes to say. I like to have fun, I have a hard time taking things seriously one of my biggest flaws, I like to laugh and be myself. I'm fairly comfortable in my own skin and my own head. And that is why even when I write harsh or overly dramaticconflicting scenes in roleplays, they last for a very short time...it puts a lot of stress on me to portray a mean or unfeeling character because it is so unlike myself. All my girls have a little bit of me in them...it makes them easier to write. They might be how I view myself, how I -want- to view myself, or just have experiences I had that help form them...though their direction may be much different from my own, we'll still share common starting off points. ---- Alright, so now that I have introduced myself, I get to rant today! I lead a study group for my Intro to Genetics Class. Not as hard as it sounds. Here are your genes, here are some equations, figure out the likelihood of offspring of X, Y, Z. Simple, right? Well if it were so simple I wouldn't be in study group! But I suck at math so yeah...I'm a bad Asian stereotype, Stats kicks my ass. The language used to describe what we're doing is the hard part. And so, like a good student, I look up things in the Glossary for a definition if I'm confused and then use the Index figure out where the hell in the book it is if I need to read more about it. But none of the kids in my study group knew what an Index was. HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHAT AN INDEX IS?! Maybe I just know because I remember what it was like living before Google and the internet back when you had to actually flip through pages, trying desperately to find information, rather than type in a phrase into a search engine. But still, come on. Open your book and learn how to -use- it! ------ Away for the weekend, visiting my lady ! Posting will be very, very slow. I will be back on Tuesday.