Diana.nu

I found out I’m going to a volunteer orientation on Wednesday, so I decided to do a vlog today so I could focus my Wednesday energy on the orientation. (I’m gonna volunteer at my old grade school’s after-school program!)

Doing this vlog, seriously, it was like being back in gym class in 12th grade. Oh, and also, I mention Josh in this one, and also, Josh just did his first vlog, and it’s funny and awesome (DUH), so go see Josh’s, yes? YES.

I was putting away some lentils I cooked today when I started craving some lentils. Convenient, huh?

I decided to eat the lentils with a tortilla. After I gobbled that up, I sat down, opened my Twitter client, and began a maybe… three-part, let’s say, tweet about how much I love buying name brand tortillas. My reasons being that 1.) They don’t stick to each other. 2.) They’re soft. 3.) They don’t rip when you fold them.

There I was, typing away about what I consider tortillas of quality when it occurred to me that yeah, 98% of your followers will not relate to this.

I never sent the tweet(s). It got me thinking. How often do I not send a tweet because I think no one will care? What does that make me? Some kind of personality instead of a person?

Usually, I try to change something that bothers me, but this curiously does not bother me. See, right now, I feel like I should apologize for blogging about something so ambivalent. As if I owe anyone an apology!

I normally use my blog for talking about me, and I visit other blogs for reading about others, but I am wondering something I should directly ask. Are there any things you tweet/blog (or don’t tweet/blog) because you feel it’s what people expect (or don’t expect) of you?

You know, I haven’t sat down to talk about my life in a while. What’s it been, a whole week?

So, it’s been calm. Today, I went to school. I think I’ve decided to drop two classes. Two out of three, to put that in perspective. The reasons are three.

1. I need a job, and I cannot find one with all the class time, commute time, and homework time combined. It leaves me like 10 hours of chill time a week.
2. They’re worthless classes. In math class, I’m learning about the hundredths place and computer class, Microsoft Word. Instead of taking classes that are way too easy for me, I can talk to the counselor next semester and find classes good for me.
3. I’m probably going to fail at least one of those easy classes because I hate doing easy homework. I haven’t even paid for all the stuff I need for computer class, and the thought of spending $70 more on a class I hate is infuriating me and making me bitter and yeah! I can’t pass a class like that, and I can’t afford to fail classes. My poor GPA and bank account, guys.

That was today. Yesterday, I went to meet with a web design/development client in Santa Monica. It took me four hours, and I got lost in Little Tokyo on the way back. It was a scary experience.

Santa Monica was ridiculous. Everyone walking around looked like a superstar, and I saw like, I don’t know, three vegan places. And I’m guessing/hoping every place had at least one vegan option.

Also, it was Monday at around noon, so, I don’t know what everyone was doing walking around. Like, it was a magical place where no one had a job. And the beach was about a block away. I know. Magical.

I’ve been trying to integrate my ~real life~ and web life lately, just because I don’t care. What could it hurt? At best, my life will be all-over relevant. I used to be scared of blending the two because I thought someone would make fun of me, but like, people used to make fun of my curly hair. There’s something wrong with makers-fun-of, honestly. They’ll just need to get over me and my website and curly hair.

I can’t remember what happened before yesterday. Thumbs up!