this has become an all too familiar scene
Wednesday, August 27, 2008 by jasmine
Today quite possibly might have been even more boring and unstimulating than yesterday. I had four classes, and the only one that I was excited for was my first one, so it was all downhill from there. My econ professor is totally stream of consciousness, stringing together concepts that only vaguely connect to each other. Fucking fabulous. Econ is one of my many academic weaknesses, and of course, I always get the professors who lack the skills to bring clarity to a subject that I just don't understand. Japanese sucked, as per usual, and then I had my Transnational Feminism class, with a professor who has this totally elitist, condescending, patronizing attitude towards her students that is so grating. I really wish I could derive enjoyment from my classes. I don't like feeling my spirit steadily die throughout the day. I hope my first impressions are wrong and that I end up falling madly in love with all of my classes and wake up super early every day ready to commence with the beautiful event that is "life." If nothing else, I want to shake off this...ominous feeling I have, like things are going to fall apart horribly (like there's a positive way for things to crumble).
Okay...lighter subjects, lighter subjects. I'm blanking. There must be something. Oh. I'm really super intolerant of all the unfortunate fashion I see while making my way around campus. I swear, no one knows how to find clothes that fit, accessories that ruin any kind of legitimacy an ensemble may have had, or a complete and utter lack of swagger that turns a potentially sexyhot ensemble into a hot mess. Lately, I've found myself really wondering what motivates people to wear what they wear. Not just the unfortunates, but anyone. Like, why did you choose to wear that particular top? Why are you wearing that particular wash of denim? Why are you wearing that top with that bottom? It's weird, how I become fixated on certain aspects of other people's lives. Sometimes I wish I could find myself as fascinating as I find others, but then I realize I kind of do, otherwise why would I even write a blog? Clearly, I think my thoughts are interesting enough for someone else's consumption.
But speaking of fashion, I looked hecka cute today. Though whether I'm judging that by NAU standards or by above-average real world standards is not known.
Okay...lighter subjects, lighter subjects. I'm blanking. There must be something. Oh. I'm really super intolerant of all the unfortunate fashion I see while making my way around campus. I swear, no one knows how to find clothes that fit, accessories that ruin any kind of legitimacy an ensemble may have had, or a complete and utter lack of swagger that turns a potentially sexyhot ensemble into a hot mess. Lately, I've found myself really wondering what motivates people to wear what they wear. Not just the unfortunates, but anyone. Like, why did you choose to wear that particular top? Why are you wearing that particular wash of denim? Why are you wearing that top with that bottom? It's weird, how I become fixated on certain aspects of other people's lives. Sometimes I wish I could find myself as fascinating as I find others, but then I realize I kind of do, otherwise why would I even write a blog? Clearly, I think my thoughts are interesting enough for someone else's consumption.
But speaking of fashion, I looked hecka cute today. Though whether I'm judging that by NAU standards or by above-average real world standards is not known.
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