An Epilogue or Something

Hello!

 It’s probably weird that I’m writing this, but I was reading all of my blogs last night because I remembered that “oh yeah, those are a thing that exists” and they made me laugh and also want to punch young Danielle in the face for all of her Terrible Choices. Ahhh, memories. But yes, I thought I would do an update brought to you by current, adult Danielle. 

Current Adult Danielle is doing pretty okay! I have an Adult Human job where I work for the State Health Department and write plans about what to do in the case of emergencies. 

I have a fancy badge and everything. It’s all very impressive.

 I make Adult Human money and use it to pay for my Adult Human car and food and video games and student loans. I’m still living with my parents, though. Partially because student loans are sucking my all of my money from me ala Dracula but also because I like my parents and societal expectations are stupid (I can definitely say this because I am a Working Professional with a Sociology Degree).

So yeah, I’m still in Fishers…which is…fine. I do think I’m the only person in Fishers who is a) between the ages of 20 and 30 and b) not a parent of a coupla little rascals. 

Oh! But don’t get me wrong, I do have a son now! Bet that surprised all of you, huh? He’s like, a dog-son and not an actual human son, but he’s perfect and I love him except for when he chews up all of my things. He ate one of my dragon mini-figures. I mourned. (ps. Mini-figure is a new word I have discovered that can be used when the words “doll” or “action figure” make people give you pitying looks because you are twenty-six, live in your parent’s basement still and have a dog-son instead of a real human son. Anyway.) 

Dog-son (whose name is Magnus) and I go on all kinds of fun adventures in the wilds of central Indiana.  Well, we actually only go on one type of adventure and that type of adventure is walks. Because Magnus is a dog, he cannot do other adventures like going to amusement parks or observing art at museums. And because Magnus is my only friend, I also cannot go on other adventures. But on the bright side, I’ve have trekked the majority of central Indiana. So…hooray?

Anyway, biiiig reason why I’m writing this is because I was on the Ball State Campus the other day (for the first time since I graduated and literally flipped off the entire campus as I drove away) and I had what is either a mid-, quarter- or third-life crisis depending on how long I actually, y’know, live. Anyway, all of the college children look SO YOUNG.

 I feel a million years old now. I feel like Ursula from the little mermaid when she got stabbed by a boat. I too am shrieking in defiance as I descend slowly into a raging sea…just, in my case it’s a metaphorical sea made out of my own tumultuous emotions, but like…whatever. I think the comparison holds up. 

Other than my Long Lost Youth, though, I don’t really miss college. I was, like, poor and sad all of the time and I only had one game console. Ha, what a loser I was. Now I have four game consoles! Suck it, past Danielle. 

I also now have work clothes that are not a stir fry-sauce stained apron, which is an improvement? Probably? I mean, I am supposed to wear fancy adulty shoes (aka heels and the like) which kinda sucks…I mean, I don’t wear them. I wear tennis shoes and keep my heels in my file cabinet in case of Work Shoe Emergencies. But, like, the fact that I had to go out and buy heels (in size 13, RIP me) is an injustice all on its own.

 I also own several pairs of work pants now. So…that’s exciting. Like, I was being sarcastic in that last sentence, but I am kind of unreasonably excited about my work pants because I found ones that look professional, but are make out of sweatpants-y material so they are majorly comf. I also found a work shirt with tiny dragons on it, so I look AMAZING, I assure you.

Yeah, as that last sentence proves, I’m still the same so far as my interests and hobbies go. But now I have a small amount of Disposable Income. So I can BUY COOL THINGS ON THE INTERNET like SHIRTS WITH TINY DRAGONS ON THEM and EXPENSIVE CRAFTING MATERIALS and HOLIDAY COLLARS FOR MY DOG. 

So yeah, things are good in the principality of me. 

I hope all of you loyal blog-readers are also out there living your best lives. Probably some of you don’t live with your parents and have children that aren’t dog-children! I, Danielle, am very proud of all of you. Anyway, I forgot how fun these suckers are to write…I might write more or ‘em, if the fancy strikes. 

Bye! 

(Wait, I used to say Danielle Out…I liked that, I thought it was catchy. So…Danielle Out.)

cool skateboard tricks and unsolicited snakes

So hi. 

It's been a little bit. 

But I was bored and kinda nostalgic, so I decided that it was bloooog timeeee!!!

The reason for my boredom and nostalgia is that my sister graduated today and also I forgot to renew my netflix subscription so I have no shows. Both equally important life events, I think. 

But, no. My baby sister who is a baby is now graduated from high school. It is a bit alarming. They are letting babies graduate now. What the hell? 

That or she's aging. But I think the baby thing is more plausible. 

Anyway.

I went to her graduation. It was real long. And real crowded. And I waved real aggressively, but I don't think she even saw me.  

But it was all worth it because afterwards we went to get Mexican food and I got to eat like three chimichangas because chimichangas are actually amazing and will change yoru life for the better and like one margarita because it was the daytime and I am not an alcoholic!   

But for cereal, I am super proud of my smallish sister and her shiny new diploma and her fancy square hat. 

We're gonna be in college together, it's gonna be weird. Because I, like the idiot that I am...am going (trails off into mumbles) back to stupid school...

Ugh. 

Yes, I know. We all expected this when I got a sociology degree. I KNOW. THERE WAS REALLY NO OTHER OPTION I KNOW THAT OKAY.

Bluh. 

It just sucks cause I wanna be a functional adult with a job I like and stuff who doesn't live in their parent's basement. 

(Though, and I will be real w/ you here...I like my parents and their basement. My parents are cool. We hang out, like, socially.) 

So yeah. School is a thing that's going to start up here in a few months. I'm going online because the prospect of having to attend school in real pants terrifies me and because I dislike human interaction. So...yeah. I'm planning on doing that whole transition to teaching deal cause I'm pretty good with kids or whatever. 

They're cool. We like the same stuff (pokemon, apple juice, and pretending that we're dragons when it's cold and we breath out steam) and I've spent the whole year doing some sort of tutoring...so yeah. 

Ima substitute teach while I do school then teach for reals or whatever. Or at least that is the current plan. We know how good I am at sticking to plans! I have eight majors, just reminding you! 

Mmm, but in other news my sister is getting married. 

I'm the maid of honor because I am the sort of person who deserves honor. 

Her fiance can do math and I can kick his ass at smash bros, so I'm cool with him joining the fam or whatever. 

It's just...I didn't expect that a wedding involved so much, like, planning? It's stressful and I'm doing practically none of it? 

Just listening to my sister talk about it basically gives me anxiety-based hives. It's like "oh no, the harpist cancelled so now we have to find a new harpist and DO YOU KNOW HOW FEW HARPISTS LIVE IN INDIANA? THREE. THERE ARE THREE HARPISTS IN INDIANA AND ONE IS BUSY AND THE OTHER TWO ARE DEAD." and then it's like "so we need to rent a tent and it's GOING TO COST THE SOULS OF OUR UNBORN CHILDREN PLUS A $900 DEPOSIT." 

It's stressful. And it is all happening at the same time. 

When I was, like, a smaller human than I am now, I thought that adult life and things like wedding planning were arranged as, like, one problem after another. A series of one by one issues you had to address then fix. 

But, no. That is not how life works because that would be easy. Adult life means a billion stupid problems all happening simultaneous and you're so tired all of the time and your degree is just a piece of paper and now you have to go back to school to get another piece of paper and you just want to make a blanket fort and hide in it but you can't because you're an adult now and apparently that is not adult-like behavior! 

Ahem. 

It's been a long couple of months. 

But the weathers warm again, so that's...good? Most days its good. 

Some days its scary because warm weather means increased snake activity. I was kayaking with a friend earlier this week and I saw a snake and it was So Scary. I was So Scared. But I had been talking in a British accent before I saw the snake (because I'm a moron) and then after I saw it I just kind of...forgot? To drop the accent? 

So I was screaming curse words and things like "ROW FASTER IT WILL EAT US I'M SERIOUS IT TOTALLY WILL" but in a really dedicated British accent. So it sounded like I was just doing a bit. 

Like "I don't remember this part in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, but damn girl you're selling it!" 

So, yeah. 

That happened. 

But, other than that I liked kayaking. Or, as I call it, Floating Down a River For a Couple Hours With Very Occasional Paddling. I'm a very lazy kayaker. Paddling only happens when there is, like, a clear and present threat of me hitting a tree and capsizing. 

So yeah. 

That's whats been happening with me lately. 

I lead an exciting life, I know. It's normal to be jealous. 

*does a cool skateboard trick out of the window and rides into the sunset* 

Way-Stressing

So I bet you all have been intently curious about what I've been up to lately. That or you all forgot I exist.

If that's the case...then that's fair. I haven't posted in forever. It's just that I haven't really been doing anything note- ah, er-blog-worthy of late.

There's only so many times you can say "I didn't get the job" before that shit gets boring as well as depressing.

No, but I've interviewed and been turned down at a whole host of interesting places since graduation! Grocery stores, student loan collectors, 911 operators, two separate Starbucks, an Autism treatment center...and that is literally less than half the list.

I am not good at interviews.

I have a tendency to ramble and sometimes hit interviewers in the face with my over-enthusiastic hand-gestures. My life. Is. A. Struggle.

But, yeah. Since graduating, I've been chilling on my parents' couch like a stereotypical millennial and occasionally tutoring kids my dad sends my way.

I'm currently helping out two Japanese kids despite the fact that I speak no Japanese.

So...yeah. Been keeping busy. 

But two weeks ago, I finally gained employment of a more normal variety. I am now...drumroll pleeeease...employed! 

Yay!

Guess what it is guys, guess. 

Oh...you saw the title. 

And looked at my facebook.

Yeah. 

I'm waitressing. 

 So, like...it's not exactly meaningful work...but still! Work! Money! Leaving my home on occasion!

All good things!

I am actually the worst fit ever for my job. It involves knowing about sports, knowing about beer, knowing about spicy food and talking to strangers.

So

Yeah.

I fit in real well

And yes, there have been challenges. Understanding social cues has never been a strong point of mine and I now have to do that for hours at a time with no breaks. 

Making eye-contact is also a thing that I normally avoid that is now required. 

Also pretending that beer isn't gross. I have to do that and I feel so dishonest. 

But, anyway, now we come to the thing I like about waitressing...

The money that is now in my possession. 

Seriously. Waitressing is awesome so far as that goes. I've only been doing it sans-trainer for two days and I've made like 300 bucks.

I have enough money to buy a PS4. I have not been this happy since I graduated college. 

Literally all I am doing is bringing people food and now I have all of this money in my possesion. 

Do I have have health insurance? Probably not.

Do I have a place to stay that doesn't involve my parents? No. 

Have I found a way to use my sociology degree? Hahaha, no I have not. 

Do I have a five-year plan? Absolutely not!  

But what I do have is enough money to buy a PS4 and the potential to make enough money to buy several more PS4s. A whole fleet of PS4s. So. Many. PS4s. 

But, legit. I'll probably go back to school eventually or something, but for now...

I gonna continue to pretend to like beer and play lots of fun games of my shiny new PS4. 

Headed for a Wedding

So yesterday I went to a wedding. 

And I managed to only light like three things on fire. So I count that as a success. 

My sister was part of the wedding party so me and her boyfriend drove there together. It was cost-effective and also safety effective because I tend to injure myself and others when I drive.

However her boyfriend and I did not consult on what we were wearing before leaving. That is normal. It would have been weird if we did. I just kinda assumed that it would work out?

Alas, my hopes were in vain.

You're probably thinking that we wore, like, clashing colors or something? Like "haha, I was in lime green and he was in orange."

That was not the case because one) of course I didn't wear lime green, lime green is atrocious. And two) we went the other way. Like, so so so far the other way.

Somehow we managed to wear the exact same shade of blue. Like, if we went to the store and picked out matching outfits it could not have been more perfect.

It looked like we were going to prom. It was incredibly stupid.

But yeah, that happened. 

The weather was good though, so that was nice. I was all worried it would rain and I would be waterlogged. Also, you know, the people who were getting married would also be waterlogged. 

So everyone would have suffered. 

But, no, the weather was good and no one was waterlogged. 

I was super confused about the whole "turn and look at people as they come down the aisle." So, at one point, all the people in front of me had turned around and I had not and it felt distinctly like they were waiting for something...

They were waiting for me! To burst into song! And serenade them! 

Haha, but really. 

The bride was pretty, the ceremony was sweet and no one was serenaded or waterlogged. 

And after that we went and did the whole reception thing. I've only been to one wedding before this one and I was like eleven at the time, so my memories of the whole thing aren't exactly clear. 

I was unaware that alcohol and dancing were such big factors. It was like drunken, adult prom! I had my matching prom date and everything! We even had assigned seats. 

There were fun little tables and there were fun little tea lights on the fun little tables, you know those mini candles that are used exclusively during weddings, Halloween and satanic rituals. You know.

But yeah, those were there. There were also fake rose petals, again the ones used in weddings and satanic rituals. So those two things were on the table.

And I had to wait like twelve whole minutes for food.

I'm not sure if I even need to tell this story. Like, I'm pretty that based on your knowledge of both the circumstances and me as a person, you can extrapolate what happened.

(I lit four petals on fire and burnt myself two times. Just...in case you were wondering about specifics)

It got worse (or better) as the night went on. Lots of shit got lit on fire. It was awesome. Five out of five stars, would recommend, will copy for my own wedding.

And then there was dancing. We all know how I feel about dancing. It is something that I think is cool. It is something that I would like to be able to do.

I want to be a good dancer. I also want to be dragon, to have a job and to be an Olympic figure skater. Preferably all at the same time.

Unfortunately, just because I want something doesn't mean i get to have it.

But I deserve like a participation ribbon for my efforts. Or one of those buttons that says "I tried."

Because I did dance. I also managed to injure the bride using only those dancing skills. So...two out of two.

I was doing my thing, usually finger guns and t-Rex arms, when my sister gave me a flying hug. Unfortunately, the bride was right behind me.

Long story short, I got bit in the back of the head and was legitimately worried that i had managed to break the bride, who is like the boss of the wedding, in the face.

Also a groomsman booty-bumped me so hard I have a butt-shaped bruise on my side and the groom stepped on my toes.

Why must people hurt me for doing what I love? 

I'll admit, I was upstaged in the dancing arena. The bride and groom had some mad synchronized dancing skills. My sister managed to do a dance that was at least forty percent jumping. It was alarmingly peppy. 

But, yeah, I went to a wedding and I didn't even ruin anything! I count that as a success. 

Congrats to the lovely Mrs. and Mr. Wilson! 

There are Giant Birds and Everything is on Fire

Well, we're almost there. 

Two weeks until I graduate, people. I feel like that scene at the end of the Lord of the Rings (Extended directors cut, of course) where there are giant birds and everything is on fire and Frodo is just like...

"It's over. It's done" 

You know what I mean. And if you don't, you obviously haven't seen Lord of the Rings and need to rethink your life choices. 

But yeah, I'm almost officially graduated. I am, of course, a panicky mess right now with finals and everything, but soon I'll be a grown-up in like all senses of the word. 

Whhhhhhhaaaaatttttt. 

What do grown ups even do? I have to get a job, people. Like, what? What even is one of those? How do I acquire one? What am I even doing with my life? 

I am so confused and stressed. 

Yeah, no. For now the plan is to do the stereotypical millennial thing and crash on my parents' couch until I am physically forced to leave. I mean, I want to also get a job so I can go get money and stuff while hobo-ing in my parent's living room, but I don't want my own house and/or apartment rn. 

The last two years have kind of proved that I am mostly incapable of taking care of myself? I mean, I'm not dead, so that's something. But I also ended up with a sociology degree and an astronomical amount of debt, so. 

Win some, lose most. 

But, yeah, I have so much crap to do for classes right now. Sadly, my modus operandi has not changed. I am still chilling on the couch drinking wine coolers and watching netflix. The difference is that now I'm doing it in, like, a stressed way. 

But, no, leaving my school also means leaving my stir fry job. Ah, stir fry. The days that we've spent together, frolicking around and cooking noodles and whatnot. I will miss you and all of your saucy goodness. 

Seriously, though. Not stirring the fry is gonna be hella strange. I literally have callouses on my fingers from where I hold the spatula. 

I bet all of the football players will miss me terribly. Whoever they get to replace me will for sure suck by comparison. They could hire celebrity chef Guy Fieri and, still, I would not be able to be surpassed. 

I mean, a lot of that is because Guy Fieri is actually the worst, but still. I'm great at stir fry. 

I'm just so stressed right now, you guys. I've been sleeping way too much because if I sleep for eleven hours, that is eleven hours that I don't have to think about all of the homework and group projects that I'm not doing. 

Before this year, I was pretty sure I was eventually going to get a master's degree. This year has killed that dream. No, it didn't just kill it. It brutally murdered it and then shoved its corpse in my face and I was all "No, please! Just let this horrible nightmare end!" 

And that's college, basically. 

It's been more than four years since I started this dumb blog. I don't update regularly or anything, but still. Four years is a long time. Like, close to a fifth of my life. 

Ah, naive stupid four-years ago Danielle. If only I could reach through time, whisper words of advice in your ear and punch you in the stupid face. 

You spent all of your money on Fringe DVDs and food and also got shitty grades and picked out a terrible major. No, you picked like eight terrible majors. 

Ah, well. I'm sure four years from now Danielle will curse the stupid decisions that I will inevitably make in the future. 

Whatever, I'm just excited to finally be graduating and leaving stupid Muncie and my stupid flea-ridden apartment. (I mean, they're gone and everything, but what if they come back? Flea Apartment 2: The Re-Buggening) 

I suppose this is where I must leave you all. I have more wine coolers to drink, and like all responsible bloggers, I don't drink and blog. 

I'm Too Cold For Witty Titles

It's been a while.

I say that a lot. You know what? From now on, I'm not going to says "it's been a while." We're just all going to accept that it's been a while and we're going to move on from there. Good? Good.

Moving right along then. My snot froze this morning. It was the worst thing that has ever happened in the history of all time. It was like negative ten degrees out and I was literally unable to breathe because of the snot-cicles blocking my nostrils. I didn't even know something like that could happen.

I wore two pairs of pants and I couldn't feel my legs for like half an hour after I came inside. I'm pretty sure if someone stabbed me in the leg, I'd be all "oh, okay" instead screaming like you're supposed to do when you're stabbed. I assume. I wouldn't know. I haven't ever been stabbed. 

But yeah. It's cold. Like, obscenely, irrationally, stupidly cold. I even let someone drive me home from work last night. My phone was all "lol, it's negative a billion degrees outside" and I was all like "okay it's roughly between Hoth and the ninth circle of hell out there, pls drive me random work friend." 

Great story, I know. 

Winter break happened. It was fun. There were holidays. On New Years, I got drunk and played glow stick tag with my family because I'm one of the cool kids. Glow stick tag is the best game out there and I will physically fight anyone who disagrees with me. 

I got some sw33t l00t for Christmas. My dad got me a dagger. It's sharp and pointy and awesome and I stabbed by coffee table with it. I also got tickets to bacon fest (because that's a thing, apparently) and a lot of batman stuff. All in all, it was a successful Christmas. 

But now it's over. And I am back at school. 

Ugh. 

School. 

I did manage to do some clever scheduling that means I only have classes two days a week. Unfortunately, that also means my classes start at 8 in the morning. As in AM. As in, I have to wake up at 7 to get there on time. 

On a related note, I'm pretty sure my neighbors all hate me because I have to set like fifty alarms in order to wake up on time, My walls are soooo thin. I feel like my neighbors can hear me breathing sometimes. And now they all get to wake up at 7 with me. Yaaaaaay. 

But, no, I'm really almost done. Weird, right? I am almost a college-degree-having person. It's a stupid degree that's all useless and stuff, but still. Degree. It's progress. Maybe. It may be progress. 

I don't know what I'm doing next year. To get a graduate degree or not to get a graduate degree. The eternal question. Also, to pay back my students or to fake my own death. More important questions. 

Anyway. 

In other news, I shaved part of my head. Or, I paid someone else to do it. Because...me with a razor. Do I really need to elaborate on why that's a bad idea? 

But, yeah. That happened. It was a Tuesday...I was bored...it seemed like the thing to do. Shrug. I don't know. I feel like it will help me when I interview for adult-person jobs. 

So, if that sweetens the pot for any potential bosses out there. I have most of a sociology degree, a dagger, a half-shaved head and a can-do attitude. Hire me! 

Whatever. I'll figure it out. I usually figure this stuff out. Sometimes. I sometimes figure this stuff out. 

Yawn. 

I should go. 

Classes are a thing that are happening here in a minute. 

Laterz. 

Take a Wok

Sup people. 

I'm incredibly bored. This is my last day in this class and it is still SO BORING. I was literally playing Pokemon on my 3DS until it died like a minute ago. The only reason I'm writing this blog because my primary way of procrastination has died. 

Wow. 

I'm almost done with this semester and I have put so little effort into literally everything. It's so sad. It's also sad that I am actually doing okay in like all of my classes. My lowest grade is a B. College is such a waste of time. 

I am so ready to be done with this whole college nonsense, people. Do I have plans after college? No. Do I care about that right now? I absolutely do not. Will I probably care about that in six months when I graduate? Most likely, yes, Yes I will.

But right now. Whatevs. What. Evs.

Other people annoy me. I'm in class right now and I'm just sitting here. Hating everyone. Look at them...paying attention and taking notes. Psh. Casuals. Playing life on easy difficulty I see, with your notes and your fancy shoes. 

Some of us like to do things the hard way, thank you very much. Some of us like to make things needlessly complicated. This isn't going well. I should give this metaphor up. This is not the hill I want to die on. 

Nothing is making sense right now. 

It might have to do with the, like, five hours of sleep that I got last night. I have a new game. I was busy playing it. It was Important.

But, no. Five hours of sleep. it's a thing that's happening. It's a think that's been happening every night for the last like two weeks since the game came out. Also, since I turned 11 and discovered the wonder of wasting time in the internet. 

I am not good at this whole "human" thing.

I either sleep way too much or too little.

I never do my homework or think about my future plans.

And today for breakfast, I had a candy cane and a juicebox.

Uuuuuuurrrrgggggghhhhhh,

I guess we should just be glad that I had breakfast, honestly. 

But, yeah. This is not news. We all know I make bad life choices. That is an accepted fact. Me and my bad choices, getting here five minutes late with starbucks. But the starbucks is actually apple juice and a candy cane because that is apparently how I roll.

Thanksgiving happened. Thanksgiving was good. I cooked stir fry in a wok because apparently I can cook anything so long as it is tangentially related to stir fry.

Ah, my job. Six more months at my job and I never have to be grudgingly polite to a member of a Ball State sports team ever again. 

Anyway. 

Finals week is coming up. I am not actually all the worried. The less preparation I put into something, the better it seems to go so...yeah. Studying isn't something that I am planning on doing, I'm not about that life.

This blog isn't making much sense or addressing anything of importance. If anything, it was kind of legitimately depressing, due to my lack of direction and healthy life choices.

Mkay. Class is over. I'm going to go find food, despite the fact that I left my wallet at home. 

This is going to be an adventure. 

The One True Elder Fish

This class, guys,

This claaaaaaasssss.

It is so boring. I've been in here for thirteen weeks. Three hours a week for thirteen weeks...that's like a lot of hours. 39 hours, according to the Google search I did just now.

I mean, I've only been in class for like 30 of those hours, but still. I've been in here longer than a full day and I have yet to learn like anything. I've learned that this professor is horrible and that negative learning is a thing that is possible.

I have lost knowledge in this class. It has had a negative impact on my brain.

It's bad too because I feel like this guys is legitimately trying to do well. If he was being lazy or whatever, I would feel perfectly okay sitting in my corner and resenting him. But I've come to realize that this is him trying his best.

So now I have to sit in my corner and feel awkward.

It's not all bad. There's a certain type of solidarity that you form with a room full of other people who have to endure a terrible professor with you. Like, I don't really talk all that much to the other people in my classes, but in this class you can just catch someone's eye and they'll nod at you with a look in their eye that says, "I understand, fellow student. This guy is the worst. This class is the worst. Let us suffer in silence together like the brave soldiers we are."

One of the guys in my class is literally a former solider. So he is really good at that look.

Ugh.

I just hate being here. Sad thing is, this is far from the first class I've had like this. In my three and a half years of college, I've had like three professors I legitimately liked, a lot I was more or less ambivalent about and then like at least a third who were just staggeringly incompetent.

(I'm aware I went from numbers to guesstimation to, like, fractions. Shut up, my school sucks.)

But, yeah. Ball State. Mediocrity redefined.

I'm thinking that after I graduate I might write them an angry letter and demand my money back. College has a thirty day money back guarantee, right? Or am I getting it confused with sweaters again? Yeah, I think the money back thing is about sweaters. Never mind.

Speaking of graduation, that is a thing that is happening soon. Like, that's about six months away. Then I am supposed to join the adult world. With, like, a job and things. And hey potential employers for sociology students who I know read my blog...I am totally available.

Seriously, though. I only have this degree because I kept changing majors, but also kept taking sociology electives. I realized this summer that the only way I would be able to graduate on time would be with a sociology degree.

So, now I have this degree almost?

And I have seriously no idea what I am supposed to do with it.

It's not like there are sociology shops on every corner. I can picture myself now, begging by the highway with a sign that says "WILL EXPLAIN SOCIOLOGICAL CONCEPTS FOR FOOD."

Errrruuuuugggghhhhh.

This class is still going on. I think that we've slipped into a black hole. Time has stopped. We've reached the event horizon.

I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored.

I went fishing this weekend. I'm aware that there was no transition there, but I couldn't come up with one and I wanted to talk about fishing.

So, fishing. Yes.

My dad was with me. He makes a big deal about all of the fish that we catch. It's very nice, especially for my little brother. But he makes an even bigger deal about the fish that we don't catch.

According to my father, every fish that we don't catch is roughly the size of malnourished elephant.

Like, if  we catch a fish he'll be all like, "wow! great catch, this fish is literally the biggest fish I've ever seen, excellent work everyone, we really came together as a team."

But if a fish gets away it's like, "too bad, that was the spawn of cthulu, the one true elder fish. the fish of legend and myth. forever we shall be haunted by the fishy glory that was almost ours this day!"

Yeah, my dad is great.

But, anyway. I am not skilled at fishing. I was not aware that there was any skill involved. But based on the results that I had, there is skill involved and I do not have it.

 I also do not really enjoy fishing. I mean, I've been fishing before, but not for the past couple of months. And I completely forgot how insanely boring it was.

This happens all of the time. I do something, think it's boring, stop doing it and forget about. But then a couple of months will pass, I'll forget about it and then I'll decide that I need to try again. It's a vicious cycle.

This has happened with knitting, drawing, playing piano and waking up early enough to curl my hair. And probably a lot of other things. We've established that my memory is not the most reliable thing.

This blog is fairly short. But class is over in like five minutes and I have important things to go do. Like more classwork for this stupid school. I am going to graduate. I don't care how stupid things get. I don't care what sort of insane shenanigans I have to put up with.

I will graduate and then never, ever come back to Muncie ever again.

Welcome to the Line Police

So I've been reading my old blogs lately. 

They really, really suck. I was terrible at writing and at attempting to be funny. Past Danielle is kind of a moron. A moron who spent too much money and left me in poverty. 

But, yeah. My old blogs. Are the worst. I mean, I'm not going to delete them because they're fascinating in a morbid and horrible kind of way. But, seriously. It is embarrassing to read them and think that, at one point, they were the product me actually trying my best. 

Ugh, past Danielle you financially irresponsibly moron. 

So I need to add a new part of my job title. 

In addition to being Danielle, stir fryer extraordinaire, I am now also Danielle, the line police. 

Let me explain. Yesterday at work, two of the football players came up at about the same time. I only had one skillet open. So, like the mature adults that they are, they both started bitching at me about being there first. I told them to figure it out themselves. I am a stir fry cook, not a line monitor. 

Five minutes later, they were still talking over each other and shoving like five-year-olds. It was stupid. 

I proposed rock-paper-scissors, but that was apparently too much of a game of chance. Eventually I just started cooking one of them and ignored the cries of dismay. 

It was so annoying! I don't get paid enough to stir fry, let alone to settle petty disputes among college aged people. And seriously, peeps, you can't decide who gets to go next?

You are supposed to be adults! You are supposed to be adults with at least some of a college education! My little brother who is six and terribly sarcastic has better manners than you! 

I got really, really angry. Like probably unreasonably angry. I may or may not have yelled that them that they were really pissing me off and they needed to act their age or leave. 

Customer service, oh yeah. 

But, no, it's been kind of simmering just under the surface for a while now, though. I've had to say the stupidest things during my work with the football players. A list for your perusal: 

"No, you can't touch that! It's raw meat, you idiot!" 

"Please stop dancing and take your food." 

"No, you can't touch that either! It will burn you!" 

"No, I'm not on the menu." 

"Yes the olive oil is extra virgin. Congratulations you got me to say virgin. Good job. Must be a quite an achievement for you." 

"I don't care if you're hungover, I can't make it cook faster." 

"I'm not going to take your order if you sing it at me," 

And that's just from, like, the last two weeks. I hate the football players. They suck. And are the worst. 

Ugh. 

But, outside of work everything is mostly fine. I'm still living off of ramen and canned vegetables, but I'm kind of getting used to it. You can make ramen fancier by adding vegetables. 

It's, like, poverty-shic. 

Today in my sociology of gender class the professor asked if anyone wasn't planning on getting married. I was the only one who raised my hand. In a class of like two-hundred people. It was really awkward because the professor asked me to explain why. 

Explaining the fact that I am antisocial and could not spend all of my time with one person without murdering them was kind of hard to explain. In, like, a sociologically relevant way. Also in a way that did not make me sound insane. 

Okay, I think that's a good note to leave on. 

Or, as good as it ever gets around here. 

Merry Homecoming

Happy Homecoming week, people. 

It's that time of year again. The time of year when people who care about school spirit get hella obnoxious and the rest of us get hella annoyed. 

No, I won't go to the game. No, you yelling at me to go to the game is not going to change my mind. In fact, it is likely going to do the opposite. I was 100% sure I wasn't going before. Now I would literally rather die than go to the stupid game. 

I make the football players stir fry every day. I don't need anymore time with them. We're good as is. 

But, yeah, homecoming. I am celebrating by, you know, going home. 

I hate campus during homecoming weekend. Everyone is loud and drunk and spirited. I mean, I would understand a little more if my school didn't suck. But,..my school does suck. So...what's the point, really? 

In other news, I've been living off of about $400 a month of late. I was supposed to get student loans. That did not happen. So I have been living off of the wages of my minimum wage job. It sucks.

My rent is more than my paycheck. So I have to beg money from people. Like a beggar. Or something. It is hella unfortunate. HELLA. UNFORTUNATE.

But, yeah, I've been eating a lot of peanut butter sandwiches and ramen because those two things are super cheap. Last year I ate salmon and coscous, the trendy foods of the upper middle class. Now I am languishing and suriving on canned corn that I bought last year for reasons I can't remember.

I can't buy anything I don't like 100% need.

Like, that includes textbooks. Being in college classes without textbooks for said college classes sucks. Granted, I think my school problems have more to do with me sitting here and blogging during lectures.

Ugh. Everything sucks lately.

Speaking of everything, the weather is getting cold again. Now, normally I would be annoyed with this. Cold weather means I have to wear real pants all the time and that my walk to work is now cold in addition to being mind-numbingly boring. But this year I am excited because cold weather means that all the bugs die.

And that no more bugs will try to make their homes in  my apartment. Yay for no more bugs in my apartment.

I hate bugs, 

Today, I got a quiz back in a class that I pay the opposite of attention in. I got an A on it and I have no idea how. The professor wrote "good job!" on it. I really wanted to do finger guns at him and say, "no, good job to you sir. you made a quiz that i was able to pass after paying no attention in your class. so...good job." 

Speaking of jobs, we've got a whole bunch of new kids starting at work lately. It's weird. Who starts a job in the middle of semester? I mean, what were you doing up until this point? Did you just now realize you needed a job? Did you get fired from some different job?

Anyway. It's an adjustment. I kind of like it because I get to tell other people what to do because I have been there longer and I know stuff. I don't like it because I am horrible at being in charge. It devolves into yelling and violence pretty quick. 

Some of the kids who've started at work seem cool. Some of them seem boring. Some of them seem awful. One of them came up to me yesterday and started telling me about how he trips on acid all of the time. 

It was, like, not prompted by anything at all. I was just leaning up against the counter and doing my stir fry shtick and he comes up and starts telling me about his drug usage. I was so confused. I was not wearing my "tell me about your illegal activities" shirt. I was not wearing my secret acid-user club pin. 

I am the worst person to tell your drug stories to. Seriously. I never know what people want from me. Usually I do a thumbs up. I'm not into the scene. I don't do drugs because I was in DARE and also because I assume that drugs are expensive? Probably? 

I'm a criminal justice major, sort of. I should probably know. 

Whatevs. I will continue to listen to the drug stories that are said at me and kind of shrug awkwardly in response to them. 

Okie doke then. 

Laterz.