Productivity is Boring, Life Lessons, VAFN, I Want TV

Day 48

I went about my day with a "To Do" list in hand. I spent the better part of the day doing little things like, sending out emails, and returning videos and going to check my work schedule. "To Do" lists used to give me not only motiviation but satisfaction. I guess this is still true but when the day is done and you must look back what has happened to fill up your snarky blog you realize how boring these little chore items really are and begin to wonder if you continue to fill up your days with these tiny tasks what will you become? I am not exactly sure what the answer to that is but I bet it would save me hundreds of dollars in library fines.

In a break between doing little items and crossing them off "The List" I went to class. It started out to be something of little consequence as per usual, I get bored and start passing notes and drawing goofy pictures or just staring at the birds outside the window wondering what the hell they are going to do next while our instructor prattles on about his favorite topic: the fact that none of us can use verb tense properly. Today was different though, well he still berated our laziness with verb tense, but, he also went on a rant.

The rant began after he was summing up a workshop regarding a friend of mines non-fiction story about questions of sexuality in a college-age friendship. The instructor identified this as the main theme of the piece and then went on and on about how as you get older you are increasingly narrowed as far as what you can do with making yourself vulnerable. Which means when you get older your life slows down and you don't take stupid risks in the name of love. After you have kids and a spouse and a house (ha, rhyming is silly) your opportunies for making "reckless" decisions decrease (He said "reckless" at least 8 times). I, of course, made the obvious sarcastic comment, "Wow, getting old sounds like fun."(come on you know I am unoriginal). Later, I found out a classmate of mine (much more clever than I) threw off his wedding ring at this. Goddamn creative geniuses making my pranks look preschool.

Anyway, I thought about the idea of putting yourself out there and taking crazy risks in the name of love or human connection. And thought about how I squandered the last few years putting up a wall that couldn't be breached from either side. Don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful wall with rose vines climbing up it's brick sides, but a wall nonetheless. I am ready to tear down the wall and take "reckless" risks if only I could remember what the hell they are. Naturally, I thought about "Sleepless in Seattle" (I'm a nut job) and how the main character threw herself at a strange man she'd heard on the radio. I think maybe my first step then would be to buy a radio, right?

As you may know this week contained "Canadian Thanksgiving" (whatever the hell that really means). I was particularly excited for this holiday for a variety of reasons but in my top three was the fact that Thanksgiving feast night fell directly on VAFN (vaguely asian food night). But, VAFN was simply moved to today. Luckily, there was none of that "Chinese cabbage" to contend with. I've thought of sending a letter of complaint regarding VAFN but then I looked around the cafeteria, and suddenly it was filled with all varieties of people of Asian descent. I am now a minority. Geez, it sucks being oppressed next thing I know they'll force me to learn the language.

So the other night I surfed around on cable television and my life forever changed. Unfortunately, I do not have a television in my own room so if I do not want to cross the courtyard filled with malicious dog-sized raccoons I am forced to watch something on my computer. Youtube doesn't do it for me after spending last night flipping through full-length programs on a huge screen. I thought about learning how to download shows, but it's illegal and not illegal enough to be a super cool thing to do so why bother, really. Perhaps I could put in a request to be moved closer to the TV room or, see just spend my nights on the couch in there it's fairly comfortable (even more comfortable when you brush off all of the miscellaneous crumbs that coat the cushions). I suppose I could buy a TV for my room but if I am too lazy to carry a bag or groceries home I don't think I'd make it with a decent-sized television set. I suppose I could always get an entire beauty makeover, lose 50 lbs and hit on the dude with the huge muscles and pretend like only he can save the day by carrying home my giant television. But, fuck that I'd still have to pay for the damn thing which would cut severely into my brie budget. What a "reckless" dilemma.

-Canadian Castaway