Mad World- Gary Jules
I took a personality test, and my result was:
paranoid tendencies, irritable, anxious, fidgety, dependent, worrying, emotionally sensitive, prone to regret, depressed, second guesses self, somewhat fragile, dislikes change, prefers organized to unpredictable, suspicious, phobic, craves attention, not a risk taker, low self control, very sensitive to criticism, unadventurous, does not make friends easily, defensive, obsessive, low self esteem
um.. WHAT?
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
The Process of Scholarship Applications
On My Own- Les Miserables (I know, I know..)
September-November: Awkward essays, not really sure how to get about it, just hoping to god you get some cash
December: Fuck that, it's Christmas
January: Beautiful, heartfelt essays about challenges you've faced bringing tears to vice principals' eyes
February: Essays wrapped up with a keen hurry, trying to hand it in on that wicked day of February 15. Process involves mail-box hunting, a sport which I have began to love, when around town, you try to find and memorize the mailbox with the time most suited to you submitting your letter on time, and getting it mailed out quickly.
March-May: Go to New York, work, row, anxiously await deadlines. Occasionally find scholarships that are half-assedly entered, in reality you're waiting to get that one award with the big pay off.
End of May: "Wait, THERE'S STILL SCHOLARSHIPS??? AND THEY ALL HAVE TO BE SUBMITTED BEFORE JUNE 15TH??? AHHHHHHHH!!!!1!@" Rush and scramble to get a buttload done, completing 12 applications and essays in 2 weeks time. Run out of stamps at least once. Essays start off fresh and well-written pieces, and tumble downhill with each essay written.
June: Develop passionate loathing for talking about yourself, and writing essays. Anxiously await deadlines and keep ears perked for the mailman.
Summer: WIN!!!... I hope..
September-November: Awkward essays, not really sure how to get about it, just hoping to god you get some cash
December: Fuck that, it's Christmas
January: Beautiful, heartfelt essays about challenges you've faced bringing tears to vice principals' eyes
February: Essays wrapped up with a keen hurry, trying to hand it in on that wicked day of February 15. Process involves mail-box hunting, a sport which I have began to love, when around town, you try to find and memorize the mailbox with the time most suited to you submitting your letter on time, and getting it mailed out quickly.
March-May: Go to New York, work, row, anxiously await deadlines. Occasionally find scholarships that are half-assedly entered, in reality you're waiting to get that one award with the big pay off.
End of May: "Wait, THERE'S STILL SCHOLARSHIPS??? AND THEY ALL HAVE TO BE SUBMITTED BEFORE JUNE 15TH??? AHHHHHHHH!!!!1!@" Rush and scramble to get a buttload done, completing 12 applications and essays in 2 weeks time. Run out of stamps at least once. Essays start off fresh and well-written pieces, and tumble downhill with each essay written.
June: Develop passionate loathing for talking about yourself, and writing essays. Anxiously await deadlines and keep ears perked for the mailman.
Summer: WIN!!!... I hope..
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
The Muppet Goodbye Song
How many times in your life are you going to encounter a group of strangers, who love and care about you and will understand you upon you walking through the door?
How many deep, personal life stories do you know, with every nitty gritty detail?
How many secrets have complete strangers shared with you?
How many opportunities will you get in life to learn to be compassionate towards other people, while changing the very core of who you are?
Have you ever sat next to a stranger in class, on a bus, at a restaurant, and wondered if you know them more than you think?
What about your friends? Neighbours?
How many people do you know, really know?
Who would have thought that sitting by a phone for four hours a week could change everything?
Who would have guessed that people you don't know, and will never know, could make the hugest impact on your life?
Thank you.
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"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."
~Carol Sobieski
How many deep, personal life stories do you know, with every nitty gritty detail?
How many secrets have complete strangers shared with you?
How many opportunities will you get in life to learn to be compassionate towards other people, while changing the very core of who you are?
Have you ever sat next to a stranger in class, on a bus, at a restaurant, and wondered if you know them more than you think?
What about your friends? Neighbours?
How many people do you know, really know?
Who would have thought that sitting by a phone for four hours a week could change everything?
Who would have guessed that people you don't know, and will never know, could make the hugest impact on your life?
Thank you.
"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."
~Carol Sobieski