Hurricane Sandy...

   Hurricane Sandy's visit to the East coast has been a bittersweet one. It has caused much devastation,killings,power outages and flooding. However I have been able to sleep past 9 am in three months due to the school closures. My job however some how managed to stay open. But did I go in? No ! I refuse to risk my life driving down slipper roads waiting for an oak tree to end my life. Speaking of trees a pine tree decided to land in front of my house inches away from causing a second tree to fall on our car and inches away from falling on our house. But this is nothing compared to the devastation a lot of people have experienced. I am very lucky and grateful I am safe along with my family. These last three days have however drove me and my boyfriend up a wall. It is safe to say we will not mind when our regular schedule is back and in place. 36 hours straight sounded like a good idea.. But turns out , not so much. However today is a new day, the sun is trying to peek through the clouds, the roads are still wet but ready to be used. Now I must catch up on all the work have put off for the last few days and resume life before Sandy.

Eastern State Penitentiuary.

I recently visited the ESP over the weekend for a haunted house like walk through of the prison. Although I could barely see or keep my eyes open because I was so afraid I could not help but be fascinated with the former prison. This "Penitentiary" was the first of its kind. It was designed to emphasize principles of reform rather than punishment to its inmates. Some of the residents that stayed at this lovely facility include Al Capone. It is said that he  positioned himself in the ESP to cover for the Valentines Day Massacre that he participated in. His cell was in the area of the prison dubbed "Park Avenue". The name speaks for itsel. Even with all the damage that has occurred to the prison over the years it still was beautfiul to me. It was hard for me to imagine stepping inside of a hole in the wall and someone shutting a door and locking it with a key. Most of the cells I seen did not even have bars but small doors with a small peep hole for barely any light to escape through it. It was a very fun experience but surreal one, especially to be in place where so many men and woman lost their minds and their freedom.

Coworkers...

Coworkers, I have had them and I have been someone’s coworker for about 4 years now. So I know both sides to this very tricky relationship. I have had almost every coworker there is to have, the lazy one, the loud one, the over achiever, the under achiever and many more. However today I will be speaking about the unreliable coworker. The one who needs favors but can never give them. The coworker who doesn’t show up to work or fulfill any duties that the job requires but then has the nerve to complain when they have to do the least amount of work. Yes me and this coworker do not get along. This coworker is a opportunist and it pisses me off. Okay I have to admitt I am speaking of specific person you if you did not pick that up already.I usually dont get caught up in workplace drama or try to but when what my coworkers do begin to effect me I do not appreciate it.  I wont go into mandane detail. Im just venting I guess.

Procrastination..

Procrastination should be my middle. No really, I even procrastinated on writing this blog post on procrastination.Sometimes I think that I procrastinate on procrastinating, if that is possible. It really is a bad habit and you know what they say they are hard to break. This would not be that much of a big deal if I were not in school and didnt work, where deadlines and due dates are very much so apart of my life. Maybe I am rebelling agaisnt my professors by waiting until the very last minute to complete any assignment given to me. But then again I am only hurting myself. But yet I still continue to do this to myself. Maybe I should join a procrastinators annoymous. Or I could stop being so lazy, but ofcourse easier said than done. But maybe I'm only lazy when it comes to things that I am completely not interested in doing. Because if I ever need a new pair of shoes I dont hesitate to run to the mall. But my shopping addiction has been explained in another post. Maybe by admitting I have a problem I will now be able to face it head on. Why put off today what you can do today Benjamin Franklin once said. Cleary procrastinaiton has been around for quit some time now. I am happy I am not alone in this struggle.

The Proposal.

The Proposal starring Sandra Bullock one of my favorite actresses of all time is about a well established business woman who receives the news that she will soon be deported back to Canada. This is a interesting concept for a movie considering when people hear deportation and immigrant they don't picture a English speaking well established white woman. To stop the deportation process Sandra decides to commit fraud and marry her secretary. The secretary played by Ryan Gossling unrealisticly agrees to this only if she gives him a promotion and publish his manuscript .The film also stars Betty White who apparently plays everyone's grandmother in every film within the last 6 years. Anyway the new.y engaged couple must now travel to Ryan's home in Sitica, Alaska where the story really unfolds and we meet Ryan's family and ex girlfriend. I'm writing this as I watch the movie so there will be no officially end to this movie "review" for another hour . I'm also at work , multitasking at its best !

Blogging.

    Blogging is becoming extremely cumbersome. I am running out of things that I feel comfortable writing about. Which leads me to believe that I should begin to write things that dont make me comfortable.But until then I will write about how I have nothing to write about. Today is my Dads birthday and my phone broke, so it has been a pretty eventful day already. I have yet to get him a present but I will look for one before I get home from school.  I have a bunch of homework to do but instead of doing it I will procrastinate and do this blog. I will continue writing until I reach 250 words ,which is the minium length that these blog posts have to be. According to the word counter I found on google, I have a long way to go. I still have nothing to write about. Did I mention my phone is broken. Not just any phone, the Iphone. If my phone is going to break I could save money and buy a phone I know thats going to break and not care because I did not pay $300 for it. I am almost at 250 words, what else can I come up with.  My next blog I plan on having a top to blog about. This is just plain painful. A few more sentences and this torture will be over. Soon to be right about now.

Inspiration..

I think it is important that throughout our lives we pull from people,things, situations,music or anything to keep us inspired. Inspired to continue learning, to meet a certain goal or just to live a healthy life. I believe inspiration keeps me motivated which I find hard to do most days. I give up fairly easily for the most part. But is is hearing the stories of people who do not even have the words " give up" in their vocabularies. I mostly draw inspiration from parents who have not stopped their lives because they have had a child but have simply added to it. I myself do not have children myself. I often find self pity on myself being a full time student and working full time while still trying to maintain a social life. But when I see parents who juggle way more than I do , I am inspired. How can I complain when I only have to care for myself. The sacrifice parents make is above and beyond and need no recognition for it. I strive to be that selfless with or without a child. How can I not find time to complete everything it is that I need done, when these parents complete twice as much. Wasting time is one of my biggest challenges, I am so exhausted from waking up at 4 am to work that by 1 in the afternoon when most people have energy I am ready to go back to bed ! But  then I think of all the parents who wake up at 4 am to get themselves and their children ready to start their days every single day.