force myself to get critical, or at least observational about my life.
because i needed to do more of that?
hahahahaha.
after the horrendous week at work, i have to say, i think i finally did something right. i made a conscious decision to cut off hours from my availability at work, in an effort to prolong, or at least help cultivate, personal happiness. because retail eats your soul, and i already have a messy one as is. this was a tough decision because i am permanently in uncomfortable financial situations (moreover, i would really like to be able to afford to pack up my bags and go places, more often) - and in an effort to relieve that permanent strain in my life, i try to work as many hours as i can. this never affects school - my apathy is what affects school, but when i kick into it, i'm pretty great at time management. but it does affect my mental sanity, because... did i mention, retail eats souls? it's like a shel silverstein monster. just gobbles you up whole.
so, i gave away my shift today, and, as it turns out - i had a pretty great day.
woke up for my early, singular class of the day, within which, i had productive conversations and thoughts. we discussed utopian ideals of the internet, that suggest a type of "color-blindness" in the digital age, and the role of feminism with respect to the concept of masculinity. basic university stuff. but it was fun - and i got to tell the class that if no one in the room was watching Louie, they should be, because it was the greatest show on television, currently.
i have no idea if i managed to impress, or depress my professor, as is the usual case. but again, can't read the minds of others, and hope someday, somewhere, someone will want to write me a recommendation later. i read hip-hop (yes, read) so i know - i gotta do me, and that's all.
ran into S at the coffee shop, chatted for a bit. bought a stack of magazines, i used to read obsessively four years ago, and re-discovered exactly why. feeling inspired to write now, which is good, because i owe some people some promises.
and now, i wait for my mom to get home, because we may or may not only have one key to the apartment - after which, i'm gonna join A for Tea, and that will definitely be good, and will definitely inspire me, because we have really good conversations.
So, see? Good day. I predict good week too, as I only have to return to work Thursday morning, and I plan on attending the crap out of the International Black Film Festival in Montreal. And reading. And writing. And being.
I officially like my hair-cut.
because i needed to do more of that?
hahahahaha.
after the horrendous week at work, i have to say, i think i finally did something right. i made a conscious decision to cut off hours from my availability at work, in an effort to prolong, or at least help cultivate, personal happiness. because retail eats your soul, and i already have a messy one as is. this was a tough decision because i am permanently in uncomfortable financial situations (moreover, i would really like to be able to afford to pack up my bags and go places, more often) - and in an effort to relieve that permanent strain in my life, i try to work as many hours as i can. this never affects school - my apathy is what affects school, but when i kick into it, i'm pretty great at time management. but it does affect my mental sanity, because... did i mention, retail eats souls? it's like a shel silverstein monster. just gobbles you up whole.
so, i gave away my shift today, and, as it turns out - i had a pretty great day.
woke up for my early, singular class of the day, within which, i had productive conversations and thoughts. we discussed utopian ideals of the internet, that suggest a type of "color-blindness" in the digital age, and the role of feminism with respect to the concept of masculinity. basic university stuff. but it was fun - and i got to tell the class that if no one in the room was watching Louie, they should be, because it was the greatest show on television, currently.
i have no idea if i managed to impress, or depress my professor, as is the usual case. but again, can't read the minds of others, and hope someday, somewhere, someone will want to write me a recommendation later. i read hip-hop (yes, read) so i know - i gotta do me, and that's all.
ran into S at the coffee shop, chatted for a bit. bought a stack of magazines, i used to read obsessively four years ago, and re-discovered exactly why. feeling inspired to write now, which is good, because i owe some people some promises.
and now, i wait for my mom to get home, because we may or may not only have one key to the apartment - after which, i'm gonna join A for Tea, and that will definitely be good, and will definitely inspire me, because we have really good conversations.
So, see? Good day. I predict good week too, as I only have to return to work Thursday morning, and I plan on attending the crap out of the International Black Film Festival in Montreal. And reading. And writing. And being.
I officially like my hair-cut.
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