Un-named...

     After careful observations, I've noticed I'm more inspired to create, write, paint, draw, scream when I'm not happy. As if it's to express who I am when I can't express who I am. But I don't see myself being un-happy for a very long time. So instead of just ignoring this blog until my next emotional crisis. I decided to become un-writers-blocked. Hence the reason for my un-named title. I'm not really certain what I want to write about. I don't really have a specific topic in mind. I'm just kinda going with the flow. So be prepared. Who knows, maybe I could inspire you... Here goes...

    

    My days are usually full of hour long life draining classes and work these days. I can manage the classes just fine. But work... work is just well un-cool! I sit zombified at the large bland wooden desk, noticing the oily finger print smudges covering the polished surface. My thoughts are semi-drained by the AOLradio- new indie station (amazing music btw!). The flood of constant calls from members who have no clue how to work the internet, let alone a computer never cease to make me lose my marbles! It's amazing these people are professionals at Universities and Colleges throughout the US. You'd think they'd be smart enough to work a simple website. Hmm well I guess I wouldn't have my job if they did. Finally the phone will sit idly for a few minutes so I can answer all the emails that have the same questions! I miss the days of Summer when the phones would never ring, and no new email icons would pop up for hours! I miss working on repetitive projects and opening piece after piece of un-opened mail. But nope, today, I got to make a copy of what felt like a million checks, checking and rechecking my work. Again with the idiocy of professional staff who decide to send individual checks for over 40 people! grr!!!! mmk yeah I could go on for hours about how ridiculous some people are. 

 

I hate people, I love my music... It doesn't annoy me... Or ask stupid questions... Or have squeaky high pitched voices when telling stories on the bus...

Well time for class... Nothing better than sitting listening to the different types of parental attachment to their infants. It's funny how there are so many. You'd think there just was like attached and un-attached... :)

 

I should start an un- count down. But that would just be un-creative and un-noying.. :) 

toodles