im a mess today, kind of.
i see my grades, and i know they are bad, and im ashamed.
none of my classes interest me, which makes me sad.
i love to learn, i really do, and i consider myself to be a competent person
i love reading, and discovering, and gathering knowledge.
it seems, lately, classroom learning just isnt doing it for me.
i feel like im wasting time.
and i know that from the outside, it just looks like laziness, and that kills me.
it seems like there is so much more to it than that.
im going to go enjoy a cigarette with my roommate now.
woot.
3.23.2009
3.19.2009
robots:0, beatnik:1
much blood and oil was spilled, but i have come out on top! so without further adooooo....Who is this handsome devil?
This is florida's native snook, seen from and underwater glass room!
This is a hippo.
The tortoise and the tortoise.
racing.
Many many flamingos, chillin.
GATOR!
The preserve that we went to takes in injured manatees and nurses them back to health in hopes of releasing them back into the wild!
manatee lunch, which looked alot like my lunch....
(lettuce, peppers, apples, carrots, bananas, and sweet potatoes!)
some very pretty orchids at the local farmers market
and this is a picture of what serenity and peace of mind looks like in my head
i think i give the new camera an A.
peace
this one is called: kill the camera software.
i had a wonderfully photo-tabulous blog planned out for today, but alas! i go to try and figure out how to get my pictures off of brand new cameraaaa and if i could physically rip the pictures out of the camera with my mega-strong arms, believe me, it would have been done by now. but i coax and cooo at them, and they wont come out. ffffffffff.
also, ArcSoft PhotoImpression 5 can kiss my white ass. your software sucks major donutholes.
maybe later, you will get to see florida vacation in all its shining glory.
angry post ending now.
also, ArcSoft PhotoImpression 5 can kiss my white ass. your software sucks major donutholes.
maybe later, you will get to see florida vacation in all its shining glory.
angry post ending now.
3.10.2009
south
dear blog readers:
for some unexplained reason, i feel the need to tell you when im going to be gone...
strange, i know. maybe its partly because i am sooo killer excited that i cant sleep.
tomorrow morning i will wake at 4:30 and drive to the airport and get on a plane to go see my Pappito (my gramps!) in Florida!!
YAAAARRRRR to warm weather.
oooh and good news for you guys...
i got a new camera today!! finally! i just shut my eyes and paid for it. so there will be killer pictures of said warm weather upon my return to maybe help coax spring out of its freakin shell here in the midwest.
happy days
until i return
the happy beatnik
for some unexplained reason, i feel the need to tell you when im going to be gone...
strange, i know. maybe its partly because i am sooo killer excited that i cant sleep.
tomorrow morning i will wake at 4:30 and drive to the airport and get on a plane to go see my Pappito (my gramps!) in Florida!!
YAAAARRRRR to warm weather.
oooh and good news for you guys...
i got a new camera today!! finally! i just shut my eyes and paid for it. so there will be killer pictures of said warm weather upon my return to maybe help coax spring out of its freakin shell here in the midwest.
happy days
until i return
the happy beatnik
3.07.2009
beatnik gets an A for her wit, which never fails her.
i would just like to announce that i have recieved a A (+++, im sure) in Walking and Jogging 101, probably because i have this special talent that i like to call "extreme charm". seriously, i can charm the pants off of an already pantsless man. (no sexual connotation intended. promise. just making a point.) during said class, we had to turn in logs of our exercises and such, and i emailed mine to the teach friday, getting this email in return:
[beatnik],
Thanks for writing such insightful Log Recordings. I shall retain them in my records as examples of how to properly record workouts in order to amuse the pseudo-professor.
Thanks and have a nice break.
[teach]
heh.
on another note: im officially on spring break! w00t! i think i will spend most of my time knitting as many stitches as i can, baking delicious goods that will undoubtedly cause the band on my jeans to be a bit tighter, and completely disassemble my record player, because right now, it plays like everyone took singing lessons from alvin, simon, and theodore.
right now, im knitting on a few projects such as:
the beech wood cowl which i have only modified slightly, casting on 160 stitches instead of 108 and i am using size 8 needles, which is making it more flowy and loose, which i dig on. im also knitting it in a gorgeous "old rustic red barn" colored alpaca, which is a dream.
gentleman's shooting stockings, rewritten by the lovely nancy bush. these will eventually be a graduation gift for the history buff in my crew. he is dear friend and i think he should have fancy new socks to enter the real world in. these are being knit in trekking pro natura in a fantastic heathered forest green.
dollar and a half cardigan, which has been on hold for about 3 months now, but i am to take a chunk out of over the week. it is being knit in frog tree meriboo in a killer teal colorway. im sure it will look great when i finish it, but i've been lacking motivation as of lately.
and mad props to my momma who recently went on a yarn crawl with her newly formed knitting club (grand total of 4 fantastic ladies). they call themselves "the hurricane knittrinas" which was brought on by the drinking of many hurricanes (made by one of the ladies husband :) good man.) i am SOO proud of her for learning to knit that i could just bust at the seams; when i came home yesterday, she showed me that she has learned to knit on dpn's and has successfully started knitting socks all by herself!!!! i have spawned another sock knitter...
on that note, i am going to bed to wake up to the fresh smell of coffee and some soft alpaca in my hands.
may you have inner peace on sunday mornings.
[beatnik],
Thanks for writing such insightful Log Recordings. I shall retain them in my records as examples of how to properly record workouts in order to amuse the pseudo-professor.
Thanks and have a nice break.
[teach]
heh.
on another note: im officially on spring break! w00t! i think i will spend most of my time knitting as many stitches as i can, baking delicious goods that will undoubtedly cause the band on my jeans to be a bit tighter, and completely disassemble my record player, because right now, it plays like everyone took singing lessons from alvin, simon, and theodore.
right now, im knitting on a few projects such as:
the beech wood cowl which i have only modified slightly, casting on 160 stitches instead of 108 and i am using size 8 needles, which is making it more flowy and loose, which i dig on. im also knitting it in a gorgeous "old rustic red barn" colored alpaca, which is a dream.
gentleman's shooting stockings, rewritten by the lovely nancy bush. these will eventually be a graduation gift for the history buff in my crew. he is dear friend and i think he should have fancy new socks to enter the real world in. these are being knit in trekking pro natura in a fantastic heathered forest green.
dollar and a half cardigan, which has been on hold for about 3 months now, but i am to take a chunk out of over the week. it is being knit in frog tree meriboo in a killer teal colorway. im sure it will look great when i finish it, but i've been lacking motivation as of lately.
and mad props to my momma who recently went on a yarn crawl with her newly formed knitting club (grand total of 4 fantastic ladies). they call themselves "the hurricane knittrinas" which was brought on by the drinking of many hurricanes (made by one of the ladies husband :) good man.) i am SOO proud of her for learning to knit that i could just bust at the seams; when i came home yesterday, she showed me that she has learned to knit on dpn's and has successfully started knitting socks all by herself!!!! i have spawned another sock knitter...
on that note, i am going to bed to wake up to the fresh smell of coffee and some soft alpaca in my hands.
may you have inner peace on sunday mornings.
3.03.2009
3.02.2009
i wanna know, where does the time go?
the varied airs of spring is not what i expected, nor what i want. at this point in my very young life, the last thing (exaggeration, but im leaving it) that i want to read is about is a lady that acts like the people i see on a daily basis, shuffling their feet with their uggs on, and complaining about how the light switches are placed inconveniently on the walls. i do not need any more brats in my life. i see about 400+ a day as it is. ilka chase can just...go back on my shelf.
today, boyfriend told me "i cant wait until we live in the apartment and you get sick, so i can take care of you." i think that might be the best thing anyone has ever said to me. i dont know what i did to deserve him.
we also bought a panini press for $3 at goodwill on saturday, and already he's planning what all he could put on it... i had to break the news to him that no, you cannot put spaghetti on a panini press. at least, i think you cant... i'll let you know.
oh jeez. its 1:57 am.
6 mere hours until i must wake, slap myself in the face, force myself to get out of bed, and trudge across the street to go listen to the she-satan try to tell us about the 1960's.
i imagine her brain is like swiss cheese, and she probably doesn't even remember the 60's because of the mass amount of mescaline and adrenochrome she had to have taken during her college career. this is not an exaggeration. the woman can't finish a sentence without uh, well, no, well, sputnik, uh..the cold war?
it should be fun. i think i'll get there early, so i can sit in the back, knit, and enjoy the show.
have a wonderful tuesday
today, boyfriend told me "i cant wait until we live in the apartment and you get sick, so i can take care of you." i think that might be the best thing anyone has ever said to me. i dont know what i did to deserve him.
we also bought a panini press for $3 at goodwill on saturday, and already he's planning what all he could put on it... i had to break the news to him that no, you cannot put spaghetti on a panini press. at least, i think you cant... i'll let you know.
oh jeez. its 1:57 am.
6 mere hours until i must wake, slap myself in the face, force myself to get out of bed, and trudge across the street to go listen to the she-satan try to tell us about the 1960's.
i imagine her brain is like swiss cheese, and she probably doesn't even remember the 60's because of the mass amount of mescaline and adrenochrome she had to have taken during her college career. this is not an exaggeration. the woman can't finish a sentence without uh, well, no, well, sputnik, uh..the cold war?
it should be fun. i think i'll get there early, so i can sit in the back, knit, and enjoy the show.
have a wonderful tuesday
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