I follow 8 people. Nevermind the fact that I suck at tumblr, I mentioned that only to say that 3 of those people are the only ones who clog my tumble feed. Perhaps I should start finding other people who I don’t know to follow? How does one even go about that?
I clearly have a lot to learn about the tumbling business if I plan to keep this up for a Health 101 assignment. >.<
Haha, yeah. A Health 101 assignment. The goal was to give folks an incentive to keep doing something so long that it becomes a habit (understand why this was my goal now?) We had to sit down and make a SMART (don’t ask me what the letters stand for, I don’t pay that good of attention) goal, and it had to be as precise as we could make it so we could reach the goal by the time the deadline hits. My deadline is 60 days, and my goal was to blog at least two or three times a week with around 800 words in each post. That can totally happen, can’t it?
Even if I’m just talking nonsense? That happens in blogs, right? I’m pretty good at nonsense. I feel like my life is nothing but.
I guess I should incorporate reblogs, photo posts and the like with my goal. I guess I wasn’t thinking very thoroughly when I was trying to make my SMART goal. I just didn’t want to write the typical “I want to engage in strenuous physical activity so many days a week for so long,” because I knew I wouldn’t even think twice about doing that. I wanted something that I would actually do. Something that would be easy for me to convince myself to do.
I really just didn’t feel like having to BS a homework assignment if I didn’t have to.
SO, Polar Bear happened this weekend. ‘Twas my first visit to Pinch for the celebration, and I guess it’s safe to say that I CAN’T WAIT TO GO BACK. Corona in a can, vodka shots from a polar bear, having company in town, being with you best friends and running into basically everyone you meet.. It was all wonderful. I’ve never been day drunk before, and now that I have been I can’t really figure out why. It’s so much better than being drunk at night. I prefer the night hangover to the day one, especially because I can just go RIGHT BACK TO SLEEP and wake up the next day feeling great.
It’s really the best of both worlds. I’ve been missing out.
In other news, school sucks. I guess that’s not news, but I really thought I would like my classes at least a little bit more than I do by now. It makes it pretty hard to want to do well in school when you can hardly want to go to class. I don’t think I will ever graduate. I’m terrible at this stuff. I don’t know why I keep putting myself through it.
Can I just get certified in ASL and call that my career already? Can I just be done with school? I’d make more money doing that than being a journalist anyway.
Well, I think I have vented enough for the moment. Perhaps I’ll spend my next visit following randos and rebloging cool shit like Beth and Amy do.
Until next time, lovers <3