I am so ready to be done with school. Yes, that sounds horribly demoralized, since I'm only midway through the first semester of my freshman year, but I think I have pretty much gotten over any novelty of being a college student. I hate research projects more than ever. I find sleep simultaneously rapturous (I think that's self-explanatory) and a dreadful nuisance (it takes up so much time! And just pushes all my deadlines that much closer). Can't I just sit here and research Byzantine history on my own? I love Byzantine history. I'd do it, honest. Why do I have to spend so much money to listen to somebody else who's already done the research?
Sometimes I wonder what I have to offer in words. All my days pretty much sounds the same to me. School, procrastination, meltdown, bus rides, getting lost. I'm so moody I don't even have good and bad days; I have good and bad periods which consist of three or four hours. Or minutes. In the metaphorical version of my Magic Mary Poppins Bag of Everything, I have a few dozen anecdotes of encounters with crazy people, funny people, nice people, "interesting" people, and flat-out "what-the-heck-are-you-DOING-on-the-same-planet-as-me?" people. But how interesting would those little vignettes be if you weren't there (or if I'm not there is person to reenact it for you? That's half the fun). I think I'll be a mime for Halloween.
Whoever decided not to put a jump button into the player controls for Legend of Zelda games needs to have their brains rearranged. Or at least the glitches in their games. Kudos to my little brothers for putting up with my hollering fits at the television because my shapeshifted character can't climb up onto a single crate to cross the dragon/bird/thing infested bridge. Or because I accidentally fell off a rooftop and died. Sixteen times in a row. it really might be a fun game, if it were a little more versatile in the roleplaying aspect. (And if my game weren't the one with all the mysterious non-canon twists. Haha.)
I miss my friends. Some of them have changed into different people (or weren't who i thought they were to begin with), some have moved far away, one is off at college, and some I just don't see at the times when I would really like to talk to them. I need could consider getting a Skype. I need to My life would be easier if I would get over my fear of talking on the phone. I need think I need to stop thinking so much.
I was an hour late to school yesterday because of a tornado warning. I was on the bus for two hours instead of fifty minutes. It really wasn't as exciting as everyone made it sound, though. I just got rained on. And had to chase after my fedora (which thankfully blew into an empty parking lot and not the traffic-infested street). it is über windy tonight, though, which is a bit poetically adventurous — very Emily Brontë.
(Did you see that? I worked the trema diacritic twice into one sentence without throwing in any Elvish.)
(Did you see that? I managed to geek out about my geekiness while simultaneously referencing another geeky fact about myself.)
“We all experience many freakish and unexpected events - you have to be open to suffering a little. The philosopher Schopenhauer talked about how out of the randomness, there is an apparent intention in the fate of an individual that can be glimpsed later on. When you are an old guy, you can look back, and maybe this rambling life has some through-line. Others can see it better sometimes. But when you glimpse it yourself, you see it more clearly than anyone.”
— Viggo Mortensen
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