eeveees geevees

the less i have to do, the less i seem to post. but i've actually been accomplishing some pretty sweet deals lately. made it on mtv to see john mccain. didn't get to ask my question, but hey, it's all good. it's all about the experience sometimes. he's a pretty legit dude. i'd suggest to anyone to check him out and see what he has to say about some things.
putting together a little day of action with some folks who are looking to be engaging/engaged in politics. rumor has it that a certain batman may or may not be attending. not the coolest one, but not the worst.
i feel like this is so much more update than anything else.
perhaps i will just start a new blog of all the fun new hampshire adventures i'm currently living out
living free man, living free.

life free or die

welcome back to the granite state. In light of recent financial situations, I have once again relocated (convenient for my blog title) and am now in the process of trying to establish myself once again. My most hated task is the most reoccurent instance in my life. I hate moving, I hate reassimilation, I hate living off of other people, and I hate having absolutely nothing to do ALL DAY LONG. I've applied to a million jobs and must now play the waiting game. On the upside, I got to see Cesar and Becca and now get to hang with Eric if I so choose (something that I never thought I'd have so much fun doing). I haven't seen Becca pretty much since last Halloween, besides a few hours in NY for Thanksgiving. Plus it's fun to see her being crazy and aggressive. It was great to see Cesar since I didn't think I'd see him for umm.... about.... the rest of my life. Got to see Quinn too, which is always a silly time. Talked with some chill people, drank with some chill people, had a crazy basement excursion, and cleaned up straw for a good long while. What is in store for the upcoming months? Who knows, but there will definitely be some more moving involved. AmeriCorps has insaned my life indefinitely, but in a pretty cool way.

Who Decided

Why does society hold education in such high standard? Must I really attend school and get a degree to be successful? Unfortunately, yes. Perhaps not really unfortunate, but it does suck when people look down upon me for being 24 and just starting school. So what if I've decided to do other things with my life. Have I been living in a gutter, addicted to heroin? Have I been hanging out in jail for armed robbery? Have I been sitting on a couch playing video games for six years? None of these things, yet people seem to have some idea that if you don't go to school immediately after high school or sometime soon thereafter that you must have been doing nothing with your life. No college degree? And you're HOW old? Oh....I see....
If I could figure out a way to attend school without a whole lot of other people and in bouts, not straight through, then that would be ideal.
I have no clue what I'm talking about anymore again
I need to fix that somehow
Off to write more essays

I'm sorry, that's just not service

So yesterday had the makings of a wonderful day. Class was going to be spent doing trail work. That's always exciting. So we get to the nature preserve (80-some acres donated by some guy that liked the college. So now we own it for walks, reasearch, camping, snow fun, what have you) and we get our tools and walk up. It takes us a good hour to hike to the part that needs work (class is two and a half hours...math anyone??? that's right 30 minutes of actual work) and the guide spends a good five minutes explaining what we're doing, how to use the tools, etc. Finally I get to do something which was????? Raking leaves in the forest. Yeah. Service. And most of that was spent waiting for the guide ahead of us to find where we were supposed to be raking. THen we went back to the bus. Total time spent on "service trip" = 150 minutes. Total time "doing service" = mayyyyyyybe 20 minutes. And my favorite part, people complaining about the work we had to do. I think the lesson I learned was that of true self-appreciation, and gained new insight into what it means to give a year of your life to service. I can't wait til we go "camping" next week.

Mad Dash

That's my day in a nutshell. After going to bed at 4, waking up at 7, writing a paper, taking a shower, and reading half the Iliad by 9.30, I was going nuts. We did get to chill out in the lawn and make tea on camping stoves and talk about camping for class. That was a well-spent hour. After turning in my paper for the next class, I ran back to my room to finish the Iliad and write a new paper (only a page) for that with my short hour and a half. Then went to class, discussed Homer, and now, ironically enough, I have no worries til Thursday morning, and as long as I read the chapter and write my reflection, I'll be set. Now the task is to just see if I can survive without procrastination. We'll try cold turkey...see how it goes.

Non capisco

Questo è soltanto per ces. Lui dà me merda perché non parlo italiano. Felici adesso?

The thing I look forward to most

Is the fact that I'm leaving here for days next month. Is that wrong? No. I think the destination is an incredibly important factor (and perhaps the visitee a small bit as well...maybe....)
I keep meeting new people everyday, which is cool, but all they want to do is go smoke pot, which is cool too, but how do these people get anything accomplished? I've been reading and writing papers for the past week, and it's not difficult, but it's definitely a large consumer of my free time. Maybe it's part of the motto of "worry about it later" but I feel that would just make me estremamente screwed later on. So now I have a club email to write and a paper as well. But a bright side is my interview tomorrow for the wellness center. Labyrinth maintenance and chapel supervision. How sweet would that be. Otherwise I'll be workin in the library.

An Entire Week

So after one official week, this place is crazy, but pretty chill. Between naked people, stalkers, acidheads, and just general mass consumption of illegal substances, I'm not sure what to do with myself. And I totally lost my train of thought. I thought I got no sleep during City Year, but this is nuts. I need to save all my deep thinking for my papers I need to write and the reading I must attempt to finish tonight for tomorrow. Almost finished with the bible, crazy phenomena in there that makes for some good argument. Not something I genuinly look forward to (our assignemnt is to find something that people can argue about in class the next day, woooo) but I think I have some good fodder with God's covenant to Noah. We'll see what happens. Other than that, I've been talking to a lot of people still in the whole national service path of life. I really do miss it. It was a crazy ride that had it's tough points, but now I really can't stand being away from it after doing nothing but for two years. Transition sucks :)

And on the 7th day...

Today is my off day. At least from having to attend any sort of class. Tis' the day of laundry, reading, and writing. I feel as though I'll do more on this day than when I actually have a schedule. The way it goes. Apparently, there's a whole mess of kids that attend this school that have participated in Americorps, so some of us have decided Americorps club? Sure, why not? In doing so, I hadn't realized I'd be asked to run it. So I may be president of a school club. Me the antisocial, anti-pretty much anything you could think of person of the area. Cool cool, I guess. Another thing for ces to laugh at me for, like I haven't enough. I have too much to write and not enough formulated into actual words, so I'll have to come back when I'm feeling more....myself. I guess that means when I come back, I'll have read my Hebrew bible (how exciting, at least it's only Genesis) and be somewhat prophetic, ha! More like skeptical. Insightful? Bored? Only reading shall tell. kk peace. (I fear re-reading this and sounding like: 'dear diary...' ugh)

Sense?

Smokers and trash all over campus. Yeah...cool.

So Akademos...

Ah college. The societal "necessity" of life. One could say, "At least you're going to Green Mountain College, aren't there just hippies there?" but then one would be steriotyping, which is both rude and innaccurate. Sure, the outer facade is people dancing around without shoes and playing frisbee all over the grounds, but even a slightly deeper glance, and it's all the same as anywhere else. Perhaps my dillema is that I'm surrounded by people who haven't had any of the same life experiences really, and haven't even had the time I've taken to do the things I've done. And now I've fallen into my usualy writing rut of typing furiously and then forgetting where I was going or even what I've been writing of. Short and sweet? I don't think this is really where I want to be.

East to West in Reverse Order

California is not as cool as you think it is. Well, in a more precise use of the english language, California is not as cool as I thought it was. Who would have guessed it was as pretentious as it is? Well, everyone I suppose. Except Californians that is. I disown the west and condemn myself to floating the eastern current for the next five years or so.