I'm not sure what's wrong with me. After the most exhausting week ever, plus a fantastic dance party, I was only able to sleep for six hours. It's like I can't shut off my brain, which makes sense with everything going on right now. As nice as it is to be excited to wake up in the morning, it makes it hard to get a full night's rest.
By the way, Dj Lukas Suveg/Lambda Chi/Lukie Loo/whatever you go by was awesome last night.
My shower has decided to stop draining, at least quickly. This forces me to turn the water off halfway through so that it doesn't overflow. I will almost certainly not get this fixed before I leave.
As ready as I am for school to be over, I'm definitely not ready to go home. I have to finish my portfolio and write an ethics essay. One of these assignments I care deeply about; the other I'd just as soon not do.
But it's just like, hey, do you ever get the feeling everything is working out ok?
I think "Grace Cathedral Park" is one of my favorite songs of all time. This morning I was listening to Pavement and it was good because it felt like everything was right in the world. And in a way everything still is, but I'm unsure. It's strange that the year is almost over; stranger still to think of the things we do to ourselves and to each other, and to step back and watch all these forces acting on us, and to watch the things we set in motion. I'm not sure what direction things are going. Last night reminded me how much I need these people around me.
I have no motivation to do things anymore and I've become very cynical, at least in regards to certain parts of my life. I guess what I'm trying to say here is that sometimes I think things simply exist without being good or bad; it is only by the absence of other things that we form judgments. Is anything missing?
I know it's really funny to make fun of conservatives for the fact that they don't really know what "teabagging" means, but if you could just keep quiet, maybe they'll keep doing it even longer. Really, it's funny enough just to watch; don't risk them realizing their mistake.
Today feels better, I think. Even though I worked all day and still have to study for Ethics some more. I'm just like, that much closer, right? Maybe it's finally hitting me, I'm doing this, I'm doing this. This is water. This is water. That was a DFW reference, btw. Acronyms. I've been on a Silver Jews kick all week.
Why can't monsters get along with other monsters? You know? Oh and the Rays won.
I'm sorry, that earlier post was somewhat rude; suffice to say that I made it about 30 seconds after finding out that my critical issues class had been cancelled, thus destroying my flawless schedule. It has since been fixed, somewhat, although there is now a strong chance that I don't take any philosophy courses next fall. Mostly because the philosophy department sucks.
In other news, it's April and I just saw my breath, as my twitter friends already know. I'm about 200 pages behind in Moby-Dick. There was a guy in my Ethics class today that I'd never seen before. Today was review day, which last time lasted about 30 minutes. This kid clearly didn't do any of the reading, as he felt it necessary to ask about everything, including "What's an analytic proposition?" Oh, I dunno, something CENTRAL to ethical discussion that has only come up in every reading for the past five weeks. Thank you kid for extending the class needlessly, thereby making me wait longer to eat lunch. I was hungry, and therefore upset.
V. disappointing opening game for my Rays, but 161-1 isn't that bad. I think I'm getting sick. That actually is bad.
I mean, it's not that exciting when you're supposed to be reading Moby Dick. I feel like I should enjoy this book more than I do, because I feel like I'm going through the same thing Ishmael was in the first chapter. I'm v. burnt out though, which is bad considering how much work I have to do. I need to do more homework outside; I think that will help. Somehow.
If anyone's interested, I've got about one cup of that red cream soda left. It's definitely an experience for those willing to try it.
Krod Mandoon projects to be the worst program on Comedy Central since they gave Wanda Sykes a show. I'm ashamed that I even know the title.
I probably shouldn't listen to so much Sun Kil Moon. Or maybe I should. Either way, if you want to be destroyed, listen to "Carry Me Ohio."
My last post was probably the most astute observation made on this or any other blog in the past week, and none of you commented, not even to express your gratitude to me for pointing this out. V. disappointing.
Luckily the rain-ocalypse is over, for now at least, and reading in the shade this morning was just what I needed. Starting homework on Friday makes me feel industrious instead of lame, mainly because I know that if I didn't start today I might as well drop out of school.
Almost all of my posts are about homework. I'm toying with changing my major, ever so slightly. I may or may not have v. exciting news in the near future.