Movin' on Out...
Back to the old blog...after a 5 month hiatus. It's pretty sad that I only update this thing when I'm really bored and having nothing particularly interesting to say...it'll probably reflect in this entry. But my avid readership won't mind right (crickets chirp in background)? Also lamentably, I appear to be becoming more like my INTP friends and less prone to reveal things of a personal nature here in such a public forum. And let's face it...things of a personal nature are just inherently more interesting to discuss. Oh well.
What to say about the trip that I haven't already rambled sufficiently about in mass emails....well, not much I guess. A very surreal 5 months, things happened that I didn't expect, I surprised myself in a lot of ways. Some I'll state here, some I'll just let y'all wonder. Mainly, I've decided my restlessness is an actual character trait... I can't seem to be content with where I am for more than a couple months (or if it's Cupertino...3 weeks). The only time I can manage to ignore the sameness of my surroundings is when I'm eyebrow deep in academia. Barely a week after I had recovered from my backpacking extravaganza (mainly in the realms of taking tons of hot showers and daring to venture outside without fear of being bitten alive), I've already begun plotting on how to leave the country again.
My spanish is much better (of course, if it weren't after 5 months in latin america i would have to break someone's legs), and hopefully I can find ways to practice while in Boston.
Speaking of which, I'm moving to Boston to start law school in 1 week and go through that infamous 1L experience. I'm excited because well...I'm LEAVING Cupertino..hahaha. New city. Some friends who live close enough to show me how to handle life in jolly New England. Only a bus ride away from the big cities (NYC, DC, etc)...I'm living in a condo with another woman (it's been a couple years since I've had a female roomate...) and as long as she doesn't turn out to be like Glenn Close or something, I think it should be fine.
Another cause to celebrate...One more week in Baskin Robbins....I'm working every day, but I'm pretty much snoozing through it. All the moronic requests, complaints, I'm numb to everything.
Featuring this week's "I can't believe they just asked me that," customer....a woman wanted a cone for her child...then demanded I put sprinkles on it. I told her I'd put it in a side cup. "Why can't you just put it on the cone?" she yelled. When I explained the sprinkles would fall off, she stared at me...enraged. "Who says it'll fall off?!"
"Gravity?" I blurted out. Uh oh. Bad move. I thought she was going to punch me out. See, this is what I mean...the closer I get to liberation, the less I care about whose toes I step on. Puta.
My parents are trying to sell the store, and I'd almost feel sorry for the suckers that buy it. I mean, sure with both me and my bro in school, and no secondary income from the franchise gods, we're gonna be dodging loan sharks the rest of our lives...but who cares if it means never having to set foot into that cursed store again? In my last month of retail hell, I've survived my daily shifts by passing each sweltering summer day with pointless web browsing, getting into addictive tv shows, and scaring myself to death about law school.
Some fears ...
1. I haven't really studied "intensely" for anything in over a year. Not to mention being so traumatized from my final semester in college that I studiously avoided anything remotely academic in nature for the past year.
2. I'm going to hate every last one of my hyper competitive, soulless, corporate job chasing peers. And I'm going to be trapped with all of them in 6 classes, every day, all year. I envision a sort of Battle Royale where the weak steadily get picked off by the more bloodthirsty.
3. Oh the boredom...the MIND NUMBING BOREDOM. The unfamiliarity of the course lists, the legal babble I'll have to learn how to decipher. At very least...biology, on some level, was interesting. Cough. With the exception of Ecology and Organic Chemistry which was suck fest all the way through.
4. At some point the workload is going to break my spirit. I think through Monta Vista, and through all the pre med undergrad years, I managed to convince myself I liked to work. Not true. I like to sleep. And occasionally rouse myself for some activity requiring minimal attention or energy on my part. This isn't exactly bode well for the mad scramble for one of the vaunted seats on Law Review. Also... I hear they actually let you, no no...encourage you to bring your laptops to class. HA! There's even wireless internet...how much work do they think I'm going to get done in class when I have wikipedia at my fingertips?!
5. There is that small matter of being roughly 300 grand in debt after graduation....gulp. I can't even fathom owing that kind of money. The closest brush with angry loan sharks I've had was when I unwittingly got sucked into a book club scam when I was 9. Along with Stephen King's latest I would receive several letters, naturally, demanding payment. It was one of those "12 books for 1 cent!" scams.... For months I'd happily take my new book from the mail and throw away the attached invoice... I'm pretty sure over the last 13 years, with all those accrued shady fees tacked on I probably owe them around 2 billion. I wish them the best in trying to collect
But I'm not a wimp, damnit. Bring it on, grad school! Kick my ass! I challenge you.
A totally unrelated quote:
What to say about the trip that I haven't already rambled sufficiently about in mass emails....well, not much I guess. A very surreal 5 months, things happened that I didn't expect, I surprised myself in a lot of ways. Some I'll state here, some I'll just let y'all wonder. Mainly, I've decided my restlessness is an actual character trait... I can't seem to be content with where I am for more than a couple months (or if it's Cupertino...3 weeks). The only time I can manage to ignore the sameness of my surroundings is when I'm eyebrow deep in academia. Barely a week after I had recovered from my backpacking extravaganza (mainly in the realms of taking tons of hot showers and daring to venture outside without fear of being bitten alive), I've already begun plotting on how to leave the country again.
My spanish is much better (of course, if it weren't after 5 months in latin america i would have to break someone's legs), and hopefully I can find ways to practice while in Boston.
Speaking of which, I'm moving to Boston to start law school in 1 week and go through that infamous 1L experience. I'm excited because well...I'm LEAVING Cupertino..hahaha. New city. Some friends who live close enough to show me how to handle life in jolly New England. Only a bus ride away from the big cities (NYC, DC, etc)...I'm living in a condo with another woman (it's been a couple years since I've had a female roomate...) and as long as she doesn't turn out to be like Glenn Close or something, I think it should be fine.
Another cause to celebrate...One more week in Baskin Robbins....I'm working every day, but I'm pretty much snoozing through it. All the moronic requests, complaints, I'm numb to everything.
Featuring this week's "I can't believe they just asked me that," customer....a woman wanted a cone for her child...then demanded I put sprinkles on it. I told her I'd put it in a side cup. "Why can't you just put it on the cone?" she yelled. When I explained the sprinkles would fall off, she stared at me...enraged. "Who says it'll fall off?!"
"Gravity?" I blurted out. Uh oh. Bad move. I thought she was going to punch me out. See, this is what I mean...the closer I get to liberation, the less I care about whose toes I step on. Puta.
My parents are trying to sell the store, and I'd almost feel sorry for the suckers that buy it. I mean, sure with both me and my bro in school, and no secondary income from the franchise gods, we're gonna be dodging loan sharks the rest of our lives...but who cares if it means never having to set foot into that cursed store again? In my last month of retail hell, I've survived my daily shifts by passing each sweltering summer day with pointless web browsing, getting into addictive tv shows, and scaring myself to death about law school.
Some fears ...
1. I haven't really studied "intensely" for anything in over a year. Not to mention being so traumatized from my final semester in college that I studiously avoided anything remotely academic in nature for the past year.
2. I'm going to hate every last one of my hyper competitive, soulless, corporate job chasing peers. And I'm going to be trapped with all of them in 6 classes, every day, all year. I envision a sort of Battle Royale where the weak steadily get picked off by the more bloodthirsty.
3. Oh the boredom...the MIND NUMBING BOREDOM. The unfamiliarity of the course lists, the legal babble I'll have to learn how to decipher. At very least...biology, on some level, was interesting. Cough. With the exception of Ecology and Organic Chemistry which was suck fest all the way through.
4. At some point the workload is going to break my spirit. I think through Monta Vista, and through all the pre med undergrad years, I managed to convince myself I liked to work. Not true. I like to sleep. And occasionally rouse myself for some activity requiring minimal attention or energy on my part. This isn't exactly bode well for the mad scramble for one of the vaunted seats on Law Review. Also... I hear they actually let you, no no...encourage you to bring your laptops to class. HA! There's even wireless internet...how much work do they think I'm going to get done in class when I have wikipedia at my fingertips?!
5. There is that small matter of being roughly 300 grand in debt after graduation....gulp. I can't even fathom owing that kind of money. The closest brush with angry loan sharks I've had was when I unwittingly got sucked into a book club scam when I was 9. Along with Stephen King's latest I would receive several letters, naturally, demanding payment. It was one of those "12 books for 1 cent!" scams.... For months I'd happily take my new book from the mail and throw away the attached invoice... I'm pretty sure over the last 13 years, with all those accrued shady fees tacked on I probably owe them around 2 billion. I wish them the best in trying to collect
But I'm not a wimp, damnit. Bring it on, grad school! Kick my ass! I challenge you.
A totally unrelated quote:
- Jessie: There are very few intelligent, attractive, and straight men in this town.
- Tobias: Well, that certainly leaves me out.
- [awkward pause, everyone looks at Tobias]
- Tobias: You said single, right? She said single.
