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2007 11 April :: 1.44am
:: Mood: cold
The crisp air feels soothing coming through the window this time at night. It penetrates the room with a sense of belonging.
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2007 9 April :: 3.36pm
:: Mood: amused
The only way to behave to a woman is to make love to her if she is pretty, and to some one else if she is plain.
-Oscar Wilde From The Importance of Being Earnest
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2007 8 April :: 5.10pm
stupor.
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2007 2 April :: 3.25pm
Today has been one of those days that float by without much thought or interest. At least in classes. I left my flute in one of my English classes, and I didn't realize it until I was getting my stuff to leave the class afterward. Luckily, someone turned it in to the English Department office, and all was well.
I have so many papers to write and assignments to do, but I'm lagging a bit behind. I like the feeling when I'm finished, but I just can't seem to get up the motivation to do it. I have all the ideas in my head, and I actually do enjoy writing them, I just have to make myself sit down and do it. I know, it's a common problem for many people.
I'm coming home next weekend for Easter, so that should be fun, except my family doesn't really celebrate Easter any more. I also get to hang out with pips and just have a weekend away from the dorm (yes!).
I haven't had much to say lately, I'm in a state of paralysis, emotionally and intellectually. I don't know how to describe it much more than that. It's nice, I don't really worry about much, or think about things, and it's less stressful, but it makes me feel like a bad person, a waste, merely floating by watching the scenery. Inactive. I think most of my [our] generation is in this paralysis, but they don't realize it. It seems much better to sit back and watch life go by, filling the hours with jokes and friends, and avoiding any real intellectual stimulation for the simple reason that it hurts. It hurts to realize that you could be wasting your life. It hurts to question your faith and your ideals and your direction in life. It's much more gratifying to sit back and enjoy life, accept, assume, do nothing.
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2007 31 March :: 10.22pm
Yeah, that's right. I'm EVERYWHERE.
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2007 31 March :: 12.53am
Talking to Rueben who is walking back to the towers after a night of fun.
He is complimenting my body parts. Oh goodness.
He just quoted Green Eggs and Ham...and can't remember it. :)
kiddypoo's.
kiddypoo's are evil, I guess.
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2007 26 March :: 3.27pm
hair is gone. very short. pictures later.
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2007 25 March :: 1.59pm
Happy belated fifth birthday, journal!
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2007 25 March :: 1.21pm
:: Mood: busy
Today is a super busy day. I woke up at nine and cleaned the dorm, went to breakfast (where there was a fire alarm and I had to stand in the rain for ten minutes with two really drunk girls who couldn't walk), and went to the music building for the KKPsi bit class service project. We polished the marching band tubas and faltos and all those good things and enjoyed some silver polish fumes. Now I'm in the UC (university center) studying for my KKPsi final exam and waiting to get my hair cut! I made an appointment for five and I'm getting about eleven inches cut off. I will have before and after pictures on facebook eventually.
After this I have my final exam and I'm a bit nervous. I'm the only one in the entire group that hasn't been in marching band, and thus, I don't know the fight song, or the Alma Mater, or Go Chips. We have to sing it (as a group), and I'm going to look like an idiot because I forgot to listen to it when I was at my dorm with a computer that has speakers!!! GAH!
Anyway, after my meeting, I have an annotated bibliography to do and who knows what else I forgot.
I'm just having some odd days lately. Not sure why. Silver polish fumes, perhaps?
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2007 23 March :: 12.19pm
I'm really tired and this chair rolls very smoothly. It's an office chair and I'm ALONE in the computer lab. It's Friday, so OF COURSE I'm alone in the computer lab. No one has FRIDAY classes except for me. Exception. Exceptional. Exceptionally tired. Gah.
I have a quiz in fourty minutes. It's extra credit. But it is of vital importance to my grade. VITAL. I haven't studied much. Rolly chair. I'm dysfunctional today. They shouldn't have let me outside. On the PROWL. Eh, cats?
You know, they outlawed the sale of "tobacco" pipes and bongs on Tuesday (well, that's when it went into affect, at least). You can't buy bongs anymore. You can't buy crack pipes anymore. At least not in Michigan. Do they think that making paraphenlia illegal is going to reduce illegal drug consumption??? I've seen a bong made out of an Aunt Annie's salad dressing bottle. No. It's not going to reduce it. GAH. If anything, it's going to make the general population more creative. Stupid.
Quiz in thirty five minutes. Who knows what neutral omniscience is off the top of their head? Ooohh, me. wait. no. never mind. but it was right next to the Oedipus Complex in the book. That's when a guy wants to get rid of his dad so he can take his place with the mom. Mother/Son sex. The Electra Complex is the feminine form of that. Good to know.
it's nice outside. a tid bit windy, but that's okay. i can see the catholic church from here. it's a small red brick building with lots of bushes. i hate those people who got to church on sundays because they feel bad about partying the night before. they ask to be forgiven for there sins. how can those people think they are better than anyone else?
Quiz in thirty minutes. better study. printer activated. vocabulary words out of a list. bowling tonight, though, and i have a faint craving for a hotdog. one of those nasty ones that you get a football games wrapped up in aluminum foil, all smushed and gooey and warm. one of those.
i'm so tired. i need to go to bed. how am i going to make it through this class? i already acted like an idiot in my last class. the prof asked why the great gatsby was a great book, and i said because people can relate to it, all people do in it are drink and party, and because of the clear modern language and descriptions riddled with metaphors and similes, it's easy to understand and relate to. in the back of my head i though "you can't argue that a book is great, there is no way to prove it" and there isn't. there is no way to prove one thing is better than another. it might be more symmetrical, more correct in language usage, it might employ dramatic irony, metaphors, similes, but to someone, a technical car manual may be the best piece of literature they ever read and for another it might be Shakespeare, or Judy Bloom, or some trashy novel they got at the grocery store for five ninety nine. You can't say that something is the greatest book, or the best, or good, or not good. you can't prove it. you can argue, but you can never prove it.
twenty five minutes.
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