[TLDR version] It’s like this:
For those of you following the
intriguing scattered random chronicles of my life, you’ll know I had the dumbass idea of starting a full time graduate program in January this year.
I finished three classes in May then picked up two more a week later. They were six week courses and they both covered the material of an entire semester. And they about finished me.
Those two classes ended nearly two weeks ago, and I’m now a week into two more six week courses that end in August. And then a week after those end I begin my fall semester, where I’ll be driving to ASU’s downtown campus for three hour night courses Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays until December.
Yesterday, I spent two hours staring at my MyASU blackboard page and at my textbook, not soaking in a word of anything, my brain trying to function like those bits of machinery you see in cartoons but can’t turn correctly because the hero wedged a wrench into the works. And the alarm is screeching and a red light is flashing and the heroes are running for it like a bat out of hell.
Oh wait, that’s a scene in Chicken Run.
That’s a good movie.
I should watch that again soon.
Like next May after I graduate.
My point is, after six months of doing grad school full time while working full time, I’m not entirely sure if this is working out or if I’ve gone absolutely batshit crazy.
And I really have no point to this blogpost other than to find a bunch of gifs that accurately sum up my life right now.
Because crazy = fun = gifs = nonsense = what is this = what have I done.
But instead of going completely off the rails here
(is it too late for that?), let’s focus on some inspiring things, shall we?
Whenever I get free time, I’m either a) sleeping; b) putting food in my face; c) chasing my cats away from leftover food; d) yelling at my boyfriend for drinking monsters and making sure he eats at least once decent meal a day; or e) watching Britain’s Got Talent clips on YouTube. I have no idea how that last one started. I blame my obsession with London and anything English. But there’s something about watching people just blow an audience away with their talent that I really, really love. That, and I adore Simon Cowell and I’ve just recently become obsessed with one of the judges, Alesha Dixon. Her music is so uplifting!
So whenever I get completely discouraged, I just pull up YouTube and watch clips from that show. My favorite contestants are those who walk onto a stage and no one expects them to have any talent whatsoever, then they end up making the audience lose their minds because they’re so brilliant. It’s so inspiring to watch their dreams come true. I don’t even care if it’s staged. Those people have some serious talent.
My most recent favorites are Lettice (yes, that’s her name!):
and the dancing Stormtroopers, Boogie Storm:
But let’s be honest, watching the ones who are terrible but think they’re amazing can be just as good.
(That last one’s from the X Factor, but who cares?)
Someone told me once that the 20s are for working, working, working…. for establishing a career and jobs and bill paying and work and work again and taxes and adult. Maybe they were right.
Because I’m pretty sure I blinked and now I’m halfway through my 20s. I turn 25 in September and I’m not entirely sure how that happened.
And someday, when I look back on this blogpost, I’ll be in my 60s and wondering how I got there, too.
I suppose I should just take one day at a time. That’s all anyone can really do, right?
And if I survive this crazy period in my life by posting gifs about it and watching Britain’s Got Talent, well, so be it.
What do you guys do to survive your insane times in life? How about you moms out there with your tiny humans? I bet you’re reading this post and laughing hysterically. Teach me your ways.