Good Morning, Chicago

Good morning! I hope you all had a restful night, unlike myself. As i sit in my bed, listening to the garbage truck sing its beautiful song, I recap my evening. Let me tell you, tonight was a fabulous time in the library writing a paper about communication theories and making countless flashcards full of anthropological terms. Some notes about the library/information commons; It offers phenomenal views of Lake Michigan sunrises, one of which I just witnessed. Also, those fake plants really do something to the place.

Ohh, ain't she a beauty!

Now, call me crazy BUT I really love finals week because of nights like tonight. If one heads to the library around 12:30am, the hustle and bustle of college students is in its prime. But come in and observe at about 2am, you will quickly see that the weaklings slowly mosey out of the library, leaving it a sanctuary for those kids who are seriously hardcore about their studies (joking. haaaaaaaa!) Also, 2am is the time for the anti-social crowd to come around. Well, I wouldn't necessarily say "anti-social" just perhaps those that like to work alone. All the time. Or with one friend. No group study parties here. Its just you, yourself, and the glorious knowledge that you must cram into your head for your exam in 5 hours.
See, personally, I like people, but I would just rather not be around them. As Charles Bukowski once said, "I don't hate people, I just feel better when they're not around." Yes! I couldn't have said it better. Being in the library at these ridiculous makes me feel as though I have a certain bond with those around me. When the library begins to empty out, a strange sense of comfort overcomes me. When the clock strikes 4am I just feel better knowing that I have something in common with the people still there; that we are incredibly terrible procrastinators but unbelievably talented in the fact that we can pull off writing a 10 page paper for a class the night before, well hell, a few hours before it's due.

We ARE the gem's of loyola. The diamonds in the rough. The greatest. We possess a quality that most people can only dream of having. We are the ones people ask "How did you do that?!" How, you ask? Because we're fucking awesome and we don't need sleep to be productive. (Oh, the irony!) Sleep is for the weak anyway, how do you think I've been up for the last 24 hours? I'm doing my best writing right now and I feel as though I can run a marathon. (Although I would probably die after the first mile. No, I'm being serious. I might literally die.) Well, my roommate keeps rolling around in her bed, so i guess that's my cue to leave. I'm probably typing too loudly or breathing to heavily or sitting the wrong way and I may have awoken the sleeping beauty. Goodnight, folks. Well, more like good morning, Chicago!

Psycological Stability

I've had this issue before. When its time to go to sleep I just can't seem to do it. Every night I lay down around two AM (I know, a little late, eh) and close my eyes, hoping to drift away into a peaceful slumber. Unfortunately this is never the true case. The hours pass and it becomes 2:30, 3, 3:30, and in some extreme cases it might be 4:30 until I actually get some sleep. This is a terrible trick my body is playing on me; I'm zombie-like and exhausted during the day. I just want to collapse anywhere that looks even remotely comfortable, but when it comes time to actually go to sleep, I want to do anything but that. Fail.

So you're 20, huh? What's next?

Happy birthday to me! Well not quite. 17 days ago I turned 20. I'm at that awkward age between being a kid and being an adult. You know, that crossroads where I need to choose whether I want seriously begin considering a steady career (eh) or stay on that road of wandering, which is where i currently am. So what's a girl to do? I'm not opposed to either really, and quite frankly I'm quite content with where I am. To be honest, I don't want to do anything. Here are some things that I have conjured up that I am sure will help me in my decision making process.
Well, I want to learn how to said a boat. That is most important. Maritime career? Don't mind if I do! Next on the list, I want to learn to fly an airplane. Aviation school is full of the finest gents in the book. All pilots are gems. I want to be a gem, too. Now, the rest are mostly certainly plausible. Probable is the issue.
I want to be a line cook. Okay, doable. And I want to solve a differential math equation. Alright, a little more of a challenge, but certainly doable. I'll probably have to do that at some point to become a pilot, anyway. How about being a line cook WHILE simultaneously completing a differential math equation. Fail.

On to the next endeavor of having the ability to make a chai latte, play the guitar, and assemble a car. Okay. Just okay.

I want to save someone's life. These trusty hands can do anything.
I want produce a movie which to be honest, is not plausible. At all. I don't even know why this is on the list. I don't even like going to the movies. Ugh.
I want to deliver a baby, have a baby, and become a wife first. (probably the most reasonable things on this list.)
I want to travel to Africa, fluently speak another language (not limited to sign language, either), adopt a puppy, grow a garden, not be like my current roommate (I think i can check that one off already), learn how a toilet works, fall in love, be in a diving competition, be in a hot dog eating competition, learn to speed skate, tell someone off, knit a sweater, write a book, sell a painting, and be on the red carpet. Thoughts? This is too much Suzanne for one post.


I'm obviously taking this as seriously as I can.

Up next, the roommate chronicles. This should be good.