What is this? I'm beating my self-given deadline for the site-switch? Shocker, I know. I'm just really excited about this domain and think that it will diversify my blogs.
On that note, do me a favor and change your bookmark to:
http://pulpfreethinker.tumblr.com/
... and let me know what you think!
So apparently there was an earthquake this morning...
Good to know I can sleep through them. NOT.
I'm going to apologize, yet again, for another great length of time that it's taken me to post again. I am working on transferring blog sites so that my posts can be more interactive and easy to access. Thanks for the cooperation (all five of my readers).
How about this? I hereby pledge to have my new site up and running by one week from today. Deal? Done.
I'll leave you with this in the meantime:
“A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.”
First of all, I was starting to worry that someone would call blog-services on me for my utter neglect and absence in its presence. Although there are simply no excuses, midterms may or may not be the death of me and writing about positivity was far from my to-do list. Now worries, though; today is a beautiful day and I'm in the mood for procrastinating.
Let's talk for a minute about how my phone hates me. Yes, I know hate is a strong word and a phone is an inanimate object, but still. It is constantly dropping my calls, switching me to roaming without warning, delivering texts days later then they were sent... it hates me. Where is this story going? Well I'll tell you.
I sought counseling for us: coverage-therapy, I call it. About an hour ago I decided to call my provider, paving our way to the road to recovery. They, however, did not seem to be as enthusiastic about their participation in the process, as right now I am listening to corny (yet catchy) hold music while they ignore me.
Maintaining this whole positivity get-up, I can honestly say that one good thing has come from this experience. That being my conversation with Jen. She saved me from 30 additional minutes of this godawful so-called music and took the time to chat with me for a while. We talked about Grey's Anatomy, her favorite Thai restaurant in LA, her son's college application process and even my recent midterm stressors. So there you have it. Call your phone provider's 800 number and make a friend.
Ok, I'm going to hang up now. I may be a positive person, but I positively cannot take a techno version of Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours."
One week. Two tests, an essay and a project. Four different classes. A 12-hour sorority retreat (consuming my Saturday, of all days). Do you know of what this recipe is in dire need? Positivity Week.
You heard me, self-proclaimed Positivity Week. What does this mean, exactly? Well, I'll tell you. Every time something looks grim, I start feeling stressed, overwhelmed, discouraged, etc. positivity week is there, requiring a glass-half-full mentality. Last Sunday, as I brainstormed my week of optimism, I began to like the idea so much that I decided to recruit my friends. Although their participation was a mix of mumbling, eye-rolling and sarcastic "I'm positive I hate Positivity Week" comments, they got over it and succumbed to forced cheeriness.
Forgot your book for Religion? No worries. You're neighbor was happy to share. The frozen yogurt machine is out of chocolate? Forget about it. That bag of peanut M & Ms was calling your name anyway. It starts a torrential downpour (in Southern California of all places) and you splash a puddle in your Uggs? You're over it. They were needing a good cleaning.
Moral of the story is not that being positive makes everything better or easier in any sense. It doesn't change the fact that you missed the lecture outline because you couldn't read over your neighbor's shoulder. It doesn't change the fact that you didn't get your chocolately-calcium for the day and it doesn't change the fact that your feet now look like raisons from being water-logged. It does, however, allow us to see life's curveballs through a different lens, a clearer lens.
So who's up for Positivity Semester?
College is the convention center for germs. Here's how it works:
Roommate gets sick.
The health center is a joke. Her visit consists of waiting two hours watching daytime soaps and synchronizing coughs with her new waiting room friends.
Therefore, roommate gives up on health center, leaving you to your only mechanism of self-defense: Purell-ing your hands more than Howie Mandel.
Outside of the dorm, a girl in your lecture class sneezes on your laptop (ew).
Water polo team (inevitably dirty), hoards the Kleenex by the exit.
Grab a bite to eat in the Caf and a congested cheerleader hands you a fork. Thanks, but no thanks.
Two days later...
Roommate back to her normal self. Bubbly, charismatic, energetic... ugh.
You? In the fetal position on your bed, popping cough drops and praying for a spontaneous visit from mom.
Germs suck. Pass me a glass of the freshly squeezed OJ, s'il vous plait.
Good dream. Cue alarm. Shower. Bowl of Puffins. Prepare for two hours of Augustine's Confessions... Yep, this folks is recipe for a bad case of the Mondays. With this mindset, my trek across campus at 9:50 AM is more or less tunnel-like. Yes, the sun looks absolutely beautiful on the ocean. Yes, there are people walking every which way around me. Yes, someone may or may not have shouted my name saying hello. I, however, am completely focused and ignorant of my surroundings. I proceed to respond to various text messages, go through the day's agenda and drown out the rest of the world.
After entering the classroom, I open my book, glance at the passage, pop a few bubbles of my gum and vaguely acknowledge the girl sitting a few seats away who begins the discussion. As she continues her reading, the class unsettles a little as she coughs her way through the last few lines. All of us "Monday-mourners" sit anxiously, not saying a word about her choking fit and wait for her to finish. The boy sitting next to her, on the other hand, hands her his cup of water and offers to read the rest.
Monday or not, we're living it. Make your day and someone else's a little brighter by kicking the self-aware ignorance that we've dunned for the first day of the work week and refresh.
I know, I know. I've been a slacker to the extreme on this whole resolution deal. But seriously, a college student blogging everyday? It was inevitable to fail. So quit the blog and give in to failure? That'd be a "no, sir." For when you can't play the game, change the rules.
RESOLUTION RULES REVAMPED:
Write in blog once a week. Sounds reasonable, right? That way there is an entire week of things I can write about AND I am more likely to actually write anything at all.
Now for today's fresh squeeze... Last night, a few friends and I went on an adventure around town. Basically, we didn't want to go back to campus and didn't have enough energy to go to another party and therefore channeled our Saturday-night-enthusiasm onto finding a snack. After riding the PCH both directions for a few hours in search for the tasty tidbit, we made our way through the canyon. Windows down, music up and base pounding through the backseat, we were caught off guard when a trail of ambulances, fire trucks, police cars, etc. came into view. The officer slowed us down, directed us to the passing lane and told us that a car had gone off the cliff into the canyon. We were horrified. What if it was one of our friends? What if it was a student from campus? What if it was a family on their way back home?
Our car grew silent. Sometimes, we get going so fast and lose sight of the fact that life is breakable. Although you'll never get anywhere in bubble wrap, we need to take the time to step back and remember the beauty of life's fragility, because every second is a gift.
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