Unproductive

I really love Easter break, but I can already predict the amount of work I’ll actually finish during the week. Here’s a hint: It’s not very much. If today is any indication, I will probably spend the next couple of days watching French films, playing with my cell phone, and cracking open a few books for a couple of minutes. This could also just be a self-fulfilling prophecy. Only time will tell.

In other news, the course catalog for Fall 2011 is out. Hooray for another load of things to think about?

Weightless

I checked out a bunch of French films at the library today. I can’t wait to watch all of them. I’m only giving a quarter of my attention to one of the movies right now, but I’m definitely going to rewatch a couple of these throughout the week so I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’m still tired from last night.

I keep thinking about how different this concert felt. Maybe I’ve just become more self-aware or more exposed to the hipster ‘tude, but a lot of today’s pop-punk scene has turned into a big neon-vneck-fluffyhairstyle mess (or maybe it’s always been that way). I’m all for going to festivals, sunburn + overpriced food and all. Sure, we’ll run into more drunkards than usual, but it’s slightly better than the stiletto and skirt combo we saw last night.

But by criticizing and judging these people, it is possible that I am no better than them – overly concerned with appearances rather than the substance behind it. Maybe when we move up to the non-Vans Warped Tour-esque scene, we will be the “hated” ones. And I’m fine with that.

Last chance

Maybe it’s time I stop replying with “You’re only young once.” Youth is not an excuse – perhaps better to say you wanted to do something because it was yours for the taking. But what does that say about how we make our decisions? A lot of us are familiar with the idea of “reckless youth,” but what is it when the youth  wears off?

I’m aware of how young I am; this is just something I’ve been thinking about for a while.

Youth. On a somewhat related note, my friends and I were around a lot of high school kids (and their parents) at the concert last night. Seeing their attempts to be independent individuals while being dependent conformists made me realize something: We are getting a bit too old for pop-punk shows. We are no longer a part of that target demographic, or we’re at least starting to break away from it.

Packing

Of course I’d pack the day-of. In a few hours I will be in Cal, then in the city, and after all of that, I will be back at home with my family. This is going to be a great day, chaos and all. Thank goodness for Google Maps and Android phones.

Wish me luck.

Excuses

If you’ve been following my blog closely (and I know you have been), you may have noticed how I didn’t post an entry early this morning. That’s because I went to bed semi-early. Hooray.

Isn’t it funny how so many of us make excuses for ourselves?

Here are a couple of things I’ve heard others (as well as my self) use as excuses: lack of sleep, beginning of the week, middle of the week, end of the week, time of day, and the last couple of days before Easter break. Here are some things that I’m making up excuses for right now: an irregular work-out and meditation schedule, two papers, and French homework.

That was a nice little distraction. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to do some French homework. BEDA is not a good enough excuse for that one.