Focus
I'm trying not to let nostalgia or anticipation get the best of me while I finish up here at the UO. When those feelings take over is always when life starts to go downhill-- forgetting what's in front of you is the worst thing, IMHO, a person can do. Too many people I know are focused on what will happen next to save them from themselves, rather than what they can do, now, to change how they feel.

As usual, Winter Term is a struggle for me, but this year it's been a lot better. Nevertheless, coming across something like the link in the last post is almost always enough to send me into momentary convulsions. Because, really, my life situation at the moment is just one busy, boring routine. GUH.

Am I learning a lot? Yes, even though I'm in a stupor for at least 20% of every day. In fact, Justin and I have an interview with a traditionally trained (American) sword-smith of Japanese swords in Coquille, OR this Saturday. On a long shot, I also just attempted to contact Gwen Stefani's publicist to see if I could get a 15 minute interview. So far, little progress. We'll see.

I really want to dedicate all my time to my magazine project. But unfortunately for me, other classes and obligations always get in the way. Or I'm simply distracted by the Internet or some other form of mindless passive entertainment that slowly wicks away hour after hour of my time. Even when I intentionally sit down to watch TV with the mindset of taking a break, I find it hard to relax... I could always be doing SOMETHING, even working on the knitting I've forgotten about since Winter Break.

But really, about that distracting Internet... there's so much out there to annoy and entertain. There's an entire livejournal community dedicated to posters' questions regarding whether or not they're pregnant. Posts usually fall into one of three categories: 1) total dumbasses who didn't even consider protection, 2) girls with media induced paranoia about birth control. They're on the pill but still use the pull-out method every time... but suddenly they got semen on/in them and they're OMG FREAKING OUT. (children, please, it's called BIRTH CONRTOL for a reason). 3) airheads who wonder if they can get pregnant from touching a cabinet handle their boyfriend touched an hour after he masturbated.

Like I said, amusing stuff.