The Arts, Angelina Jolie, and Coffee Drive-Thru's.

Well, hello again.
Today, I got up, thinking "today is the day". The day I get stuff done.
But nothing ever goes the way I plan. To start with, I woke up much to early, thanks to my abnormally morning-happy mother. Then, we had a heated discussion.
The highlight of my day though,[even though it's not yet over,] was when we hit the drive through coffee shop.
Picture this.
A really small, one room cabin, about 6 feet by 6 feet, standing in the middle of a parking lot. Yep, that is what this looked like. Anyways, I got a 4 dollar mocha [Okay, really, 4 dollars? I could buy the whole damn coffee bean tree for that price] and this made me generally happy.
Moving on to Walmart, which happens to be the only store other than Dollar General within a 40 mile radius of our town. This is where I bought my two dogs each a sweater, a black hoodie, and a pair of Superman boxer briefs. Because it has always been my dream to have one of those.
And food. A lot of food, because I eat like a 300 pound woman. [No offense.]

That is how my day went. The only other thing to add would be my procrastination regarding coursework, because, let's face it: It's not getting done. Even though I really need those credits to get my degree in philosophy.


Next subject: Arts. Which is gradually decreasing in this country. I'm completely serious.
How many teenagers, let alone adults do you know that truly appreciate these things? Art in any form; music, paintings, sculptures, heck, even poetry. Most people think of it as just that: music, paintings, sculptures, etc. And it really bothers me. No one seems to care anymore. But I wish they did. It's so under-appreciated; and there are so many talented people out there that could excel; but can't because there aren't jobs for it, or it doesn't pay well to be a musician or a traditional artist unless you're a famous rock-star or your name is Van Gogh.
It's ridiculous. Furthermore, why is culture so fricken stereotypical now?
When I ask people what they think culture is [Because, like I said, I fail at upholding social interactions and therefore bring up completely random subjects,] they say, "Oh. Well, like, you know..black people and what they used to wear in Africa, and what the traditions are of everyone..?"
Yeah, someone said that to me once, I was just in awe..standing there with my mouth open until I choked on a piece of gum.
Anyways, no one can really define culture anymore. Culture is "Excellence of taste in the fine arts and humanities, also known as high culture, An integrated pattern of human knowledge, belief, and behavior that depends upon the capacity for symbolic thought and social learning, and The set of shared attitudes, values, goals, and practices that characterizes an institution, organization or group." It includes a lot of things, but it doesn't really say anything about black people, and where they come from.

How surprising.

On to another subject; I wish I could be a highly trained CIA cooperative. Yes, because I watched too many James Bond movies and crap as a child.
I'd be just like Angelina Jolie in that movie, "Wanted", only I would have more resources like Angelina Jolie in "Mr. and Mrs. Smith". Come to think of it, she is in almost every action movie I've seen...
Scratch that, I just want to be Angelina Jolie.
But forget Brad Pitt, I'd go for Jake Gyllenhaal. Because he's hot, and everyone knows that.

Now,I think I'm going to go play old-school Pacman on facebook, even though I can never pass level one. Even though I hate Facebook. But that's for another time.

Until next post..

First posts are always the worst.

I have no clue why I start what I can't finish. I always desert these types of things.
It's not like I actually enjoy blogging that much, or that I can even put my thoughts into words that easily. I mean, can anyone put thoughts into the correct words? Really? But I figured, Why not? I had actually started a blog, way back, but I only got up to 3 posts and that was that.
I sincerely prefer Tumblr actually; pictures describe things almost as good as words.
But I said I would try.
What to talk about....I don't really have any sort of clue. I seem to fail at all types of social interactions, ever since about 5th grade. I don't know what it is; maybe it's just the enjoyment from solitude I seem to receive. And all my closest friends seem to be on the internet, which distresses me beyond belief.
How am I possibly supposed to succeed at anything if I don't even like talking to people, let alone being with them.
I prefer cats.

The weird thing is, is that while I love solitude and drowning in my own thoughts and theories, and I really dislike human company, I am nearly terrified in open spaces.
Yes, I have a fear of open spaces; not that there's a definite word for that. If you google it, it says "agoraphobia", but if you physically google "agoraphobia", it says "the fear of being someplace where help is not available; of having a panic attack in a place with no means of escape."

That definition does not help anyone, to say the least. Personally, I think it is ridiculous that they can have a definite word for the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth, but not open spaces.
But maybe I am worked up over nothing, perhaps their brains were too overloaded to think of another word for it.

Moving on.
I have recently taken to procrastination at an extreme. It is not even funny how extreme my procrastination is. At this point, I don't even bother studying, much less doing the actual coursework I am assigned. I have not touched homework in a month.
Which is really contradictory in a way; because I also have this fear of failure, and not being intellectual enough.
And you have to do coursework to be ahead, and to learn [certain things]..
Any tips for my procrastination difficulties??

NOTE:: You will come to find, if you actually take to reading this regularly, that I am a very complicated person, on many different levels. Probably some that you can relate to, I should hope.

This went on longer than expected. Sorry for the complete aimless-ness of this post.

Same time, tomorrow.