| | I should be doing homework right now, but for some rare reason I'd rather write something on this strange thing they call Xanga.
I've been meaning to get some stuff off my chest for a while, but I can't really remember what all that was at the moment. Maybe it'll come to me.
I'm working at Wal-Mart right now. That's interesting. I work in the dairy department, and it's kept at 30 or 32 degrees at all times, so it's pretty cold. They keep screwing up my schedule, so I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get fired for not coming in to work at the times they failed to tell me I was supposed to work. It's kinda a mess. But the whole ordeal is beneficial in two ways: first, money. I get paid some amount per hour—I'm actually not quite sure how much—and with that money I can buy stuff and go on online shopping binges like I've been doing way too much lately. Secondly, the job is rather humbling. I never saw myself as a person who would work at Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart was always beneath me somehow. Wal-Mart was always for high school students and old retired people in my mind, but no, I guess I can ascend from on high to work with the mere mortals. It hadn't occurred to me that I look down on people who work at such places until I was one of those people. I always try to be nice to cashiers and the people in the cafeteria because, man, I would hate to have that job, and they need cheering up or something. They must be desperate to work there, so I'd better smile at them—maybe that'll give their lives enough meaning not to kill themselves tonight. I was always ready with the "Have a nice day" that would rescue someone from the depths of depression behind the checkout counter. Now I'm one of those people stuck in the depths of depression—and really, it's not all that bad. Sure, the work is boring and numbingly meaningless, but it's honest work, and hey, without Wal-Mart the world's economy would crumble, so the world owes it to us Wal-Mart associates to keep spinning on its axis. You're welcome, world.
And yet again, I somehow turn my admitting a feeling of humility into self-agrandizement. Kind of pitiful. However, one thing that has stuck in my mind is a quote from the 66th chapter of the Tao Te Ching that I flipped through the other day. It said that seas are lower than everything else, and yet the water flows toward it. It said humility was the path to power. The author of the Tao Te Ching said it much more eloquently than I, and I much too lazy to look up the exact quote, but you get the idea. So I'm working on being humble.
I'm also working on actually doing homework. By God's grace alone, I have an A in all of my classes but one, in which I have a B. Not reflected in these cute little letter grades is the fact that I put off everything till the very last minute or don't do it at all. Take reading, for example. I've been playing catch-up with reading books for my classes for weeks, it seems. What, you ask, is the reason for my lack of motivation and work ethic? Two words: Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Since the summer, I have been viewing each episode of this marvelous show sequentially beginning with the first season. I just finished the sixth, and I watched about almost two whole seasons of Lost in between seasons four and five of Buffy. TV has taken over my life. I'm getting better, but it used to be that my every waking thought was about that charming blonde girl who saves the world from vampires, demons, and hell gods trapped in the bodies of attractive male doctors. Luckily, I have one season left to view, and then maybe I can get back to living a semi-normal life. Maybe. I'm presently trying to stay away from Grey's Anatomy, because people tell me it's addictive, and heaven knows I don't need another addiction.
In other news, I changed my major the other day. I'm now a TEFL (pronounced "teffle") major, which stands for Teaching English as a Foreign Language. I'd always hated literature but loved grammar, and I love foreign languages, so I decided I should be a TEFL major, and I'm actually excited about it. I'm taking a literature class—two words that in high school would have sent shivers down my spine—about Chaucer, and I'm looking forward to it. Weird what this academic atmosphere of college will do to you. So when I graduate, I may go to Latin America or Japan or China or something like that. We'll see.
Halloween was the other day. Halloween is my favorite holiday ever. I dressed as a werewolf again, so that was fun. I had intended on making a fursuit to wear with my mask, but finding matching fur was impossible, and faux fur is outrageously expensive anyway. Less than the real thing, I'm sure, but thirty bucks a yard? Ouch. Yeah, but, Halloween night, some friends and I went to a cemetary and watched The Skeleton Key in a mausoleum. It was kinda creepy, though not nearly as much as I expected. Plus we didn't get arrested, so that's good.
Christmas is coming up. I like Christmas, too. At work today when I was on break, I saw a stand of Christmas CDs, so I investigated and stumbled upon a Larry the Cable Guy Christmas CD, and one of the tracks was called "Oh Holy Crap," and that really made me laugh. Holy Toledo, that's funny. Don't care who you are, that's funny. "Crap" is such a funny word anyway, though. I don't like saying it, but when you use it in a comical setting, it's quite the knee-slapper. It's similar to "friggin'." I generally try to refrain from using "friggin'" in everyday language, but sometimes, it's funny. Like you could say Buffy the Friggin' Vampire Slayer, and that's funny. In fact, I was going to say that earlier, but I forgot. Which is why I said it now.
In Greek tomorrow, we will crack open our Greek New Testaments for the first time. I'm way excited.
Hm. "Way excited." That's a very Meagan Armstrong thing to say. I miss her and Melissa and Jed. I hope y'all're having fun in Europe. I intended to write y'all letters, but I haven't gotten around to doing that yet. However, I did have a dream Sunday night in which the Vienna group came home for Halloween, and Meagan was crying because I never sent her a letter. So, just in case the dream portends a dark future, I think I will get to writing that letter. But not tonight. I have homework still.
There's oh so much I could talk about. I didn't even go into the religious topics I have in the back of my head, but there's always time for that another time. That is, there's always time until time ends. Which is a redundant sentence. Anyway, have a good evening, all, and I will see/eat/talk to you later. Chao.
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) Cool beans!
