Majorly minor.

I've been thinking a lot about what I want to major in. I'm still undeclared, and pretty much in a hole of trying to decide what I want to major in, and what I want to do with my life career wise. I've narrowed my options down, but all of them lead me to the question: What will I do with that?
My options: Sociology, philosophy, psychology, and then possibly political science (after I take a class in it.) They all interest me, but I still don't want to commit to any of them.
Career? Well I know I want to read a lot, discuss life and readings (discuss can also be taken as argue), work with people, and not be in a cubicle. That's about it. So if you've got any suggestions, let me know because I'm in a stand still.

At an undeclared workshop they said, it's where your skills and ability come together. But I don't feel I have much of either.

"Laundry day, see you there, underthings, tumbling."

The laundry machines in my building aren't in the scary bottom floors like they show in movies, and on television, they are conveniently placed in the second floor in the common room where I simply walk up a flight of stairs.
At my house, my mother was always doing laundry to a point of obsession. I became accustomed to always having clean clothes without even realizing it. I did my own laundry often, so I knew how. So what was the big laundry change for me?
I now feel like i'm my laundry crazed mother, because I do my laundry once a week. Which is very unlike most of the people here. Everyone either waits as long as possible, (until they are out of underwear) or until they go home and they have their parent do a few huge loads. Not me, I can't handle waiting and having it all pile up, and not being able to wear certain things. I also don't have the means to transport all my laundry home. So I'm stuck in the little laundry room once a week, looking kind of weird to my most of my friends and encountering all sorts of little comments such as "You're always doing laundry, Emily." I just laugh it off, because it's not really a big deal.
I waited this week, till the last minute possible that I could handle. I get all my laundry sorted, check all the pockets, and carry the big laundry bag upstairs. I get everything into the machine, pour the detergent just to turn to the machine that I pay with.
It's broken.

see you next fall!

I was walking from class back to my dorm a different way then I'm used to. There wasn't a lot of people around.
Of course, I trip.
I start laughing to myself and looking around, at first I see no one then I see another girl walking and she catches my eye and laughs. Then another guy on the phone says
"Don't worry, we didn't see."

Are we okay?

I just got back from my Algebra class, with my teacher Jason Wong.
Okay, I don't find myself to the slightest bit racist, but Jason Wong is so Asian.
He had an accent, skinny, and glasses. He just really entertained me with his attempts at sarcasm.
After every problem he always asked with a very concerned look, "Are we okay?"
and on the board he wrote "keybored" not keyboard.

"You clearly know english better than me, if i can understand this word problem, you can too."

there's reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last.

I had a good start to the new year surrounded by friends, wearing a paper crown, drinking champagne, and laughing about who the heck came up with the idea of watching a ball drop once a year.

Resolutions?
Simply to feel good about myself, what i'm doing, and who i'm with.


Happy New Year, as always let's hope it's a good one.