Thoughts Out Loud

I don't know why I'm writing here so often now. I guess really it all stems from procrastination... and actually having something to say... and not being too depressed to talk about it.

But this one is me actively procrastinating.

I actually had a good day today. I woke up at around 11 (feels good to sleep in on a Monday). Went to school to help Nikki with some computer stuff. I've completely forgotten how to use Adobe Illustrator, so I wasn't much help. I'm only somewhat decent with Photoshop.

Then I bought my textbook for Writing class finally. Nikki and I intend to share it and we were going to split the cost of buying it, but of course I went ahead and paid for it in full.

We went to the zoo. We caught the sea lion talk/show which is adorable. I got pictures of sheep and wolves (see, it was an educational visit because this counts as research for one of my classes). I'll probably explain the significance of that at another time.

Then I went to Art History class at 4:20, which is the only class I have on Mondays and Wednesdays. It's pretty nice. The class is ACTUALLY interesting. I enjoy learning about ancient civilizations. (It's more of an overall history class than an art history class). We're currently discussing ancient Egypt, which is pretty awesome. And we're going to talk about ancient Greece/Rome next! Those are my favorite. I'm actually excited.

I really like these lecture classes much more than studio classes... Though, Drawing II class this semester isn't so bad. I know I definitely chose the right professor.

Now, I just need to get some research done for IPC. I don't have to do all of it because my procrastinating ways will leave me finishing it tomorrow during lunch right before class. Eh, it'll give me something productive to do with that 2 hours between classes.

I've been thinking seriously about transferring. I mean, yes, as of right now, my mind is made up and I am absolutely transferring. But I don't know where yet or what I'll study. Not knowing what to study is definitely the biggest issue. I hate that I have to know what I'm going to do for the rest of my life...

I'm seriously considering transferring to Knoxville or Chattanooga because those are huge schools and I'm sure they offer a ton of classes. But I might also transfer somewhere in Middle Tennessee so I'll be closer to home and family (which will make the hard parts of my current life so much more bearable).

I don't want to sound stupid, but I'm seriously considering majoring in English. I actually ENJOY English and writing papers. It just seems like the natural choice. This is the stupid part, but my actual dream is probably to be a marine biologist and work with manatees. I know that sounds stupid to other people, but I seriously love manatees and sea creatures, and I would feel content with my life if I knew I was actively helping them. It would be cool to work at Sea World (they have manatees haha). Graphic Design is still a possibility too. I do enjoy working with art on the computer and would still like to learn all I can about it. But there are so many other things I would also like to learn about on the side. Like ancient Greek/Rome/Egypt and their mythologies. Astrology and astronomy. Psychology. It would be cool to take classes in these things. And art-related, I want to learn it all, but I don't think I want to work in that any art-related fields for the rest of my life except graphic design.

I know this is rambling, but it's really just things I've been thinking about a lot lately and I'm getting them all written down, for myself.

EDIT: Despite a good day, I'm going to bed unhappy. I know you're not supposed to let other people bring you down, but it's really hard not to, especially when they don't know they're doing it.