To do.

  • Jul. 22nd, 2008 at 3:38 PM
lu: (All work and no play.)
Did vacations fly by or what?

I just received the good news that I managed to be accepted in all my morning classes. Now I only need to try to sign up for the night shifts and prepare myself for my hectic academic life next semester.

I seriously need to write a list of things to do before I go back to school.

Please ignore )


lu: (Fucking Professional)
It was after dismissing a night of perfectly acceptable drunkenness with some of my best friends because I had to be at CEJIL at 9 AM that I realised what this work business really means.

Even though it's just an internship, the sense of responsibility kicked in, and I've begun to perceive just how different work is from college. When you're working, people actually expect you to show up. People actually pay you to show up.

I've been working longer hours now that I'm on vacations in order to compensate for the trip to Montevidéu I'm taking on August. This means two things: for one, I'm gaining some extra knowledge within my area of expertise that will come in handy in the future. On the other hand, it's like I'm not on vacations, and I barely have time to think about my problems. Which can be a good thing.

After my meeting at PUC was canceled, I found myself with the afternoon free. Thinking on what I needed to do, I came to the conclusion that the former sentence was a significant overstatement. I've come to discover for the past three months that when you work all day you don't actually have time for those little things you have no trouble finding time for in other circumstances, like taking your cat to the vet, having your nails done, waxing, and going to the bank.

Growing up is tiresome, but I have to say it's been an amazing experience —even if that means saying 'no' to friendly company and alcohol every once in a while because you need to be apt to do your job the next morning.


You like bowling, don't you, Montag?

If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. If the government is inefficient, topheavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel like they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.

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