Tonight's Gunna Be A Good Night

This picture is for the Canadian-American, Andy Rautins, who got me my ticket to see Syracuse's #4 ranked mens' basketball team beat DePaul in Chicago at the Allstate Arena.

This picture is from when Tim and I went to Target after the Syracuse game. I couldn't resist the opportunity.

Another shot from Target. This picture is more awesome if you know what is in that container that has my name on it followed by the word "PLUS".

Optimism

As I was walking down the street today, I saw a sign for a demolition company. Their slogan: "We Make Space."

Wow, I thought. They took something as grim and depressing as destroying a building (and along with it the physical representations of peoples' memories) and made it into something positive and optimistic. They are creating... space.

I took this into my own life and realized something really great about my little (big) screw up last semester. Sure, I failed four classes. But I didn't lose anything, and I've gained so much more from it.

I didn't lose my scholarship, and I won't lose out on my grades because of Columbia's academic forgiveness policy. I've been afforded an extra semester to figure my life out, and I have the greatest excuse of all-time, now.

Sorry, I can't do that gig: I'm on academic probation.

Nope...can't hang out with you again: I'm on academic probation.

My bad...I can't stop and save that person who has stopped breathing: I'm on academic probation.

Another Assignment, Another Shot

I just finished and printed out my first homework assignment of the semester.

One down. Countless more to go.

It was a one page paper on myself...my major (never overtly said it, but I think my teacher will get the idea), year in school (SUPER senior), life plans (HAHA...that's a good one), hobbies and interests (all of which not surprisingly matched my major), and any experience that would relate to this class (Um...failing it once already?).

I've been given a second chance at this whole school thing. I keep trying to convince myself that it's going to be different this time. I keep trying to convince myself that I won't get lazy as the semester wears on, because, let's be honest, I really can't afford that at this point.

Wish me luck, as I wish all of you who are attempting something for a second time.

Electronic Tattoo

This is a little something that I found whilst perusing the Book of Face, courtesy of Mathew Roberts.

Something Amiss...

As I listened to Eminem degrade society on my iPod, I read Barack Obama's article in Newsweek on why Haiti is important. I did this while waiting for my roommate to come from our nice Lincoln Park apartment to meet up with me and have lunch at Panera Bread where my food would be given to me literally minutes after I order it.

The other day, a friend of mine and I were on a website that allows you to randomly video chat with other people on the site and "next" them when you don't want to talk to them anymore. At first, this is a hilarious thing, as you're "next"ed by half-naked men who are angry that you're not a pretty girl. (For the record, of the 50 or so people we saw that night, only 2 were women.) It stopped being fun when one of the people we were randomly paired with in a video chat was hanging from his ceiling by a noose with a kicked over chair underneath him.

There's something wrong with this world...something amiss...