Thursday, November 19, 2009

Thanksgiving

All semester I've felt like a tornado that has hit the Bible Belt. I ruin everything I touch, but people have a lot of faith in something I can't see, so they're willing to forgive and move on with their lives.

It's been a rough term. I can't lay claim to a tangible tragedy; I just bit off more than I could chew and suffered the consequences (which means I whined a lot, and in doing so, caused others to suffer too).

In class the other day, I mentioned to my professor that I'll be 21 before the end of the semester. She said something about how I had better not come to class with a hangover. I told her that I feel like I've come to class with a hangover every day since classes started back in August.

This semester has brought out the worst in some and the best in others. I won't go into detail about exactly what made this semester so difficult for me, but suffice it to say that I've had to deal with a lot of bullshit from people, so have needed a whole lot of support and encouragement.

I've discovered that I know some incredibly kind and patient people. You know who you are. Thank you.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

90s pop music to the rescue!

I've had Alanis Morissette's "Hand in My Pocket" on repeat all weekend. And I'm posting the lyrics here, just because.

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I'm broke but I'm happy.
I'm poor but I'm kind.
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah.
I'm high but I'm grounded.
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed.
I'm lost but I'm hopeful, baby.

And what it all comes down to
is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine.
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket,
and the other one is giving a high five.

I feel drunk but I'm sober.
I'm young and I'm underpaid.
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah.
I care but I'm restless.
I'm here but I'm really gone.
I'm wrong and I'm sorry, baby.

And what it all comes down to
is that everything's gonna be quite all right,
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket,
and the other one is flicking a cigarette.

And what it all comes down to
is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet,
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket,
and the other one is giving a peace sign.

I'm free but I'm focused.
I'm green but I'm wise.
I'm hard but I'm friendly, baby.
I'm sad but I'm laughing.
I'm brave but I'm chickenshit.
I'm sick but I'm pretty, baby.

And what it all boils down to
is that no one's really got it figured out just yet.
I've got one hand in my pocket,
and the other one is playing a piano.

What it all comes down to, my dear friends,
is that everything is just fine, fine, fine,
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket,
and the other one is hailing a taxi cab.

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