My mind

My brain is a really scary place right now. I've had the inclination to blog recently, but every time I sit down to do it, all that comes out is half a paragraph about something that I don't really care about and then my mind drifts off into thinking about how much I want a pumpkin spice latte, or finding faces in the weird shapes on my wall. On about my third attempt to write something that wouldn't make me want to pull out my own hair, I started making a hair tie chain (it's where you link together as many ponytail holders as you can to make a chain. It's really not a hard concept to grasp) and I realized that I had a problem. I've diagnosed myself with writers block mixed with ADD.

But I'm embracing it now. I'm just going to write tiny snip-its of whatever I want. Screw you organization.

This is what my brain has been doing for the past few weeks. Its slightly appalling/endearing depending on how you want to look at it.

In no particular order:

I need a job. Like really need a job. I've applied at five different places, and I'm seriously about to go around and start begging. I'm not above that.

Words with Friends. I'm really bad at it. I mean, like really really really bad. But I'm also super competitive, so I refuse to concede. It's like when I played basketball in the 8th grade all over again.

Monica and Chandler: How on earth did they not get together sooner? Seriously, this is honestly something that perplexes me. They might be the greatest TV couple (Chandler voice) of all time. Was it something that the writers had planned for a long time? I feel like that's the only explanation, because there is no way that half way through season four, they were all like "Oh, you know who has really good chemistry? Courtney and Matt. Maybe we should get those two crazy kids together." To which everyone else in the room was like "Duh."

Doctor Who: I have a time line. I just know that this season is so much more wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey than we understand.

I actually do school, too. Just in case you had visions of me sitting in front of my TV, watching Friends and making Doctor Who charts all day.

11th century Islam. That's super fun. So is studying it's architectural ascetic and influence on western culture. I had a dream about becoming an Ulama the other night. Also, I'm researching the first ever Comic Con held in the middle east, in Abu Dhabi. That's pretty legit.

Cyberbullying and teen suicide. Hooray for English class. I picked the most depressing research topic ever. Go me!

Rocks are boring. If you get the choice to choose between a science course that looks easy, verses one that looks interesting, pick the interesting one. For the love of God, pick the interesting one. Yeah, it might require a little extra effort, but the up side to it is that you can actually stay awake while studying.

Didn't Molly Ringwald used to be a good actress? Correct me if I'm wrong, but Pretty in Pink is one of my favorite movies, right? And now, on Secret Life she's awful. I really wish I knew what happened there.

Could I live off of apples? Because I'm seriously considering it.

The converse of the previous statement: I've been eating everything. Seriously. All I want to do right now is eat my entire apartment. I've also been uncharacteristically sleepy. I understand nothing.

After years of only speculating, I can now say, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am horrible at potions. Thanks Pottermore, for making me realize my own mediocrity.

I cried at an episode of Khloe and Lamar the other day. Not super proud of that.

I think the reason I've been so unfocus-y lately is because I'm stressed. I had two exams this week and one more on Friday. So basically I've just wanted to stick my finger in my eye for the past seven days. I spent all last weekend studying and I really haven't left my apartment except for class. All studying and no social interaction makes Kirsten a basket case.

But this Sunday I'm going to the Renaissance fair, so hopefully that'll be my reward for being so diligent/an outlet for me to act like a the crazy person that I've become over the past two weeks. Then I'll be able to return to normal society, and be able to watch E! without crying.

If you actually read all this, thank you. You are both a gentleman and a scholar.

Service

There is a very disgruntled man who works at the Wright Cup. It's understandable, he's a middle aged man serving smoothies to college kids, so I don't try to give him too much grief.

But today, I had the sneaking suspicion that he has a personal hatred for me.

Reason number one: I was standing in line, and he walks up to me, and stares at me. Completely silent. I was all like "is it my turn to order?" and he, very grumpily goes "yes."

Reason number two: When I ordered a Reese's Cup shake, he rolled his eyes and made a very, very distinct groan of disgust. I gave him grace there. I'm sure it's super popular and he doesn't like making it. Whatever.

Reason number three: He didn't even make me a Reese's Cup shake. He made me an Oreo shake. American problem, I know. So I didn't say anything. I can be a big girl and eat Oreo's instead of Reese's.

Reason number four: When I got my change back, it was supposed to be $16.75. He only gave me $15.75. And he even said "$16.75" when he handed me back my change, a whole dollar short. When I was all like "Hey, this is only $15.57" he rolled his eyes, as if he was trying to pull one past me.

Needless to say, I was extremely displeased. And I get that being a man of that age in that job can't be the most exciting or prideful thing, but seriously? Seriously.

I was all ready to leave and never think about it again. Until I saw something. And what I saw, scared the crap out of me.

On his name tag on his hat it read "DR HOWARD".

This is the part of the movie when the camera zooms in on the "DR" while dramatic music plays.

Is this guy really a Dr? Like... I don't know. Maybe it's his name, like not Doctor, but the actual initials D.R. Maybe he IS the Doctor. You know, the time traveling alien who traverses the galaxy and recently got some metanarrative plot lines? Except I've never seen the Doctor so upset about a milk shake, and I'm pretty sure he can do math.

The whole thing literally terrified me. Here I am, in college with absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life, being served ice cream by a man who, for all I know, has Ph.D.

Can that really happen? Like, can you get all the education you want and still not go anywhere? I was recently told a story about a guy who graduated from Harvard Law and was living in a homeless shelter, dancing for change. I chose not to believe it, but after what happened to me today I'm thinking it might be true.

I don't know. The whole thing was just surreal and upsetting and I don't even know what to make of it.

So now, looking back, I guess he has pretty good reason to be pissed.

Unless his name is just D.R. I really hope that's the case...