Wednesday: Finally Over the Hill

Finally hung some new Christmas lights in the room - my last ones broke. These ones make my room look really blue but it's great for mood reading so what the hey? I figure it was about time for a little change after the past couple crummy days. 

My sister's been at calm and the house has been peaceful. I finished my homework early and all I have left to do for the rest of the day is read. I'm super excited. I haven't had the chance to read a novel-novel in so long. 

I can't wait to start Fangirl. It basically personifies my life right now so I'm hoping it's gonna be really awesome. 

Just wanted to post this little update here before I head off to bed. I hope all of your weeks are going well. 

P.S. Have any of you watched the last Sherlock episode? Oh my gosh - MIND BLOWN. It was literally a roller coaster of emotions. I'll post a full thing on Friday when I get the chance - but holy Tom Cruise Tacos was it intense. 

Midweek Reflection

It's only Tuesday and I'm already waiting for this week to end. I don't know about everyone else, but our finals are in two weeks and I'm beginning to feel the stress building up. 

One of my New Years resolutions was to not put so much stress on grades but it's hard when every single adult practically tells you that grades are the only thing that really matters. They may never explicitly say this, but it's always implied - at least that's the way it is for me. 

I can't help but think that maybe there's an easier way. But then I think about it and realize there isn't one. I've put myself in a position and mindset where things really do matter to me. There are pros and cons to that I guess - I'd just like it if maybe it didn't make me feel so crummy all the time. 

It's all about positive attitudes I suppose - something I need to take up when I comes to school these days. 

And note:

I'm not always this concerned about life and everything like that - even though it may seem like it sometimes. I think the mix of dreary Tuesday afternoons, coffee, a calc test, and four hours of sleep does that to you. 

Open Letter to Math (And How I'm Doomed to Like You Forever)

Dear Math,

You suck. You make me wish that numbers didn't exist. The numbers, the pain, the integrals. Everything that contains numbers basically makes me want to curl up into a ball and cry. But at the same time I can't help but do it. It's not just because I'm taking the class, that happened based off of inevitability. I'm taking it because I'll need it eventually (they say).

Sometimes I think that maybe language is like the highest form of math. By the time you get to multivariable basically everything is in letters - it's terrible. But what if the high level math you go it just becomes a language. It'll be like Elvish, but not as cool.

But, as much as I hate to admit it math really does help. I mean, I can figure out how to find the volume of a Hershey's kiss now - it's a about perspective I suppose. It's really hard to wrap my head around it now. The fact that I can't become a natural math wiz like some of the other guys at my school is kind of sucky.

I could spend a good couple paragraphs just ranting, but my fingers are getting cold and I'm not sure if I'm really that up to it. You're not worth it.

So I'll just end here Math - I need to go and finish homework.

Sincerely,
Camille Cooley

Airports

 

I've never been to an airport this many times in only a couple months. I don't know whether to be excited that I get to do all this traveling to terrified that I'm never at home. It also doesn't help that I hate being in planes but that's besides the point. 

I hate how people romanticize airports like it's some kind of door to adventure. I mean, I get where they're going with it, and I suppose there's some validity to it, but I just can't buy into that whole thing. 

Airports are just that: airports. I can see how you can romanticize cities or libraries, airports just seem like a stretch to me. Maybe because it's because I'm too objective, too disenchanted by my hatred and fear of flying in a metal tube thousands of feet in the sky. Or maybe I always find myself stuck there during a layover. 

Airports are always where I end up in the in-between. They're where I am whenever I really have no where to be. 

Sometimes I think that maybe I hate the airport so much because it reminds me of how my life has become so much like an airport. It's my senior year, I've applied to colleges, things are beginning to end. Right now it just seems like I'm just waiting for the next big thing to take off and send me somewhere. Or maybe I'll be waiting forever for a flight that's been canceled. 

But then I stop myself from thinking these thinks.

 I hate it when people romanticize airports.