We have Members Now

Time management and procrastination don't work well together. If anyone has ever told you that they're a procrastinator that somehow miraculously can get the work done, that person lied. Maybe that's the toughest thing about AIESEC. Forget team management and leadership and exchange and facilitating national and international conferences. I'm still trying to figure out how in the world I will be able to maintain my GPA this semester. I'm wondering if it's possible for me to still have friends by the end of my term.

I won't lie. 95% of the time I wished I could quite. 95% of the time I felt like I was wasting my time. Ninety five percent of the time I think it used to be more fun as a member. But then there are days like yesterday. Yesterday was our first meeting with the members. It was long and exhausting and I almost died by the end of the day. But still it was amazing. The spirit in that room (RARE 203) was so high and so motivating. And the response we got, oh my God!

I have an assignment due tomorrow that I'm no where near done working on. So I guess it's another night of little or no sleep. I guess I've gotten used to it. I have AIESEC meetings everyday for the rest of the week and I'm matching a TN form. (If you don't know AIESEC you won't know what that means, but it takes up a lot of time.) But still, I'm enthusiastic. I'm motivated. I'm that other 5%. We have members. And they like AIESEC dances. It's going to be a good year.

"Breaking up is like Losing a Toe"

I spent two years of my life in a wasted relationship. I hope my ex-boyfriend never reads that because it's mean. But it's true. Two years of wasted invested time, emotions and money. Yes, boyfriends are generally expensive. And if you add up all the money you spend on one for roughly two years, it's a lot of money. And you could have bought yourself something pretty with it.

I've been in another relationship for seven months now. People who know me think I've undergone a brain transplant. They say I'm another person with this one. I know I'm another person with this guy. But I never had brain surgery.

There are two types of relationships. For me at least. I could be emotionally attached or detached. Of course the former relationship was the detached one and the latter was the attached. I realized that either way, it ends, it's sad, you feel like you lost a toe. But maybe being attached, I could feel something more. And then it wouldn't be wasted. That's what my brain underwent seven months ago.

Adeya Ra2y 3am

No one reads my blogs. I know that for a fact, because my life isn't all that interesting to read about. And it's okay, I like the fact that I write to a non-existent audience. It eliminates the possibility of "stage fright" while I'm writing.

My best friend Passant Rabie (full name included so that one day when she googles it, she'll see this) is having the hardest time writing her first column for Caravan, our university's biweekly newspaper. Passant Rabie is one of the most opinionated and eloquent people I know. But today, she's written two half-columns and she "doesn't know where to go from there."

I on the other hand, probably don't know where to go from here either, but I'm just going to ramble on for the sake of rambling on. I'm making grammatical mistakes as I go along and I don't even care. But if I was writing something to be distributed to a couple of thousand AUCians I don't know, I'd be getting stage fright too. I was just saying before that I don't care what people think about me. I think I lied. Because I just realized that I probably would care if people thought my writing sucked. Or that what I write about is bullshit. But then I don't care at all what people would think of me going out in my pyjamas. I'd explain this, but I don't think I can.