I have lost the moral battle against the University Bookstore. When I was a kid (freshman year) I decided to sell all of my books on the t3h int3rw3bz instead of the bookstore where I would get back 1/10 of what I paid. Unfortunately I sold only one and have now given in. My last few semesters sold pretty well, but I returned with 5 or 6 unsellable ones from the early days. I suppose it makes sense that the sucky books were the ones I was forced to keep, since the teachers realized they were sucky and no longer wants to use them, but it saddens me all the same. All in all I guess I am still glad just to be rid of most of them. As for the rest...perhaps burning is in order. I also bought my new books for this semester and this is how we come to the title of this entry. It never feels good to fork out hundreds of dollars for a daunting task you don't want to enter your life. Especially when one of the teachers that teaches one of your classes EVERY SEMESTER through the interior design curriculum decides EVERY SEMESTER that you should buy 3 books you'll never read that cost 60-90 dollars.

If my plan worked, you'll have read the last paragraph unquestioningly and you'll have been successfully roped into my blog once again without even noticing my 7 month hiatus. Sorry, I don't know how that happened, although my mandatory blog for English 201 certainly helped. Speaking of which, I don't like blogsome. Especially when you compare it to blogger being run by google, which is amazing. Google will take over the world and I don't even mind.

Thanks to a number of things (my RA returning essay, recent conversations, Jackie's blog, and death) I've been very thoughtful lately. I have realized that although it is financially stressed and there is always a million and one things I'm dying to do, my life is pretty damn good. It's better than the alternative of being bored all of the time. Thanks to being an RA I've learned amazingly much over the last semester about people, interacting with people, social justice, the importance of speaking out, and ignorance. Also, my supervisors believe I have done a good job being an RA so I have some job security. I'm engaged (Oh yeah, that's why I didn't blog all summer, I wanted a proper entry for the news before I blogged about anything else...well I guess that will come next) and I'm happier than ever and really enjoying making plans, since fancy details are right up my alley. I will never again have to worry about my future or who will love me because I will always have Gordon. (I'm considering making a wedding blog, by the way, mostly for myself as a way to log memories than for anyone else.) I was just accepted into the professional interior design sequence, so I don't have to worry about that anymore. I guess the conclusion I've reached is that although I've been thrown some curve balls and misfortunes in life, I have handled them well and for that I am both prosperous and proud of myself. No amount of good luck feels better than bad luck turned around with a little elbow grease.

I miss the random pictures, so here you go, care of White Ninja:

Labels: blogging hiatus, life, textbooks