| Reality... or life as observed by me |
| April 23, 2004 3:02 am So i've decided two things in the past day: 1. I love the weather in the springtime and 2. I can't freaking wait to go home. Holy fuck (its the phrase of the week), I miss home. I want to be back in Vandalia where the streets are familiar and the hangout places are full and I can do NOTHING all day, everyday. Its almost surprising how much of nothing life is...think about it, if it weren't for friends and TV, what would there be to do? Most of one's life is spent filling up that empty time. Most everything was made to fill up that nothingness. Work takes away most of it, a 9 to 5 job (as if those still existed), and going out with friends, and the arts, and even thinking...all activities meant to make time go by faster before that timely demise. I really just realized how much time is wasted on boredom and procrastination, and then how sometimes there just doesn't seem to be enough time for things. Unlike the Mick Jagger, Time is NOT on my side. Maybe there's something to that carpe diem thing afterall. And on that note...complete random change of topic...but I also realized that I am beginning to speak and write like a Roman. Yes, latin is a dead language, but it lives well in the attic of Mather House....anyway, yea, so I was sitting there talking with Jim (this incredibly sardonically funny guy) and we talked about Arianna Huffington. ANd then I said, "oh you mean Arianna Huffington, she who was running for the governorship of California." Awkward as hell? yes. Latin"ie"? yes. Didn't you notice the truly imperfect verb: was running? Dorky? yes. Gotta love those relative clauses and the thought that the govenor of califormia actually held a consulship in Caesar's reign. Yea, so just had to get that out there. All right, well, time to stop wasting time and sleep. Ciao. |
| April 24, 2004 1:19 am So i'm sick. Yes, it sux. More so because i have a 12 pager due on Monday, and all I'm going to want to do is sleep all weekend. So yea. Holy fuck. THe pressure's on. In addition, I just saw the most fucked up, scary, dramatic film ever. Mystic River is so Shakespearean that is almost amazing. Tim Robbins seriously gives one of the best performances I've ever seen and scared the shit out of me. His creepiness just oozes off the screen. And of course the movie was not complete without Karuna shouting "Hey Look! Its Noah!" upon seeing the brother of the boyfriend of the murdered girl. I'm tryin hard here not to give the movie away. Gimme some credit. Anyway, yea, so about my bed...its looking comfy at the moment and I think its calling my name. So goodnite all. :) |
| April 25, 2004 12:21 pm So instead of finishing my paper, I'm writing to all you lovely people out there. Hello. How's your weekend? :) Still sick, yea, so definitely didn't go see Blessid Union of Souls (though I really really wanted to) and slept through the concert, getting up just in time to bullshit another 2 pages. So far I've bullshitted my way to 6 pages, wooohoooo!! BUT...this is a good story...I took an hour break last night during which time I spoke to several friends online from home. One in particular was quite funny. So, when Karuna, Lauren, and I went to see Mystic River Friday night, we somehow got on the topic how neither me nor Lauren were spitting game. Yea, I'm spittin negative game at the moment. But then the topic of summer lovin came up, and they all asked if anything would be waitin for me when I got home...aka Arby's guy...aka Jerry...I said prolly not especially cuz he'd prolly propose by the end of summer. (yea sorry Jer, they know everything....i mean everything...) So we got a good laugh outta that one. So flash forward to last night at midnight or so...I IM Jerry and we start talkin, I ask him if he's been gettin any cuz it makes me feel better that at least one of us is getting some, and he sadly replies that no, he hasn't gotten any in quite a while. Then, he says, "if either of us aren't married by 32, you wanna get hitched jsut for the hell of it?" yea. oh man, that was a good one. If only he were serious, I think we could count that as semi-positive game because at least 13 years from now I'd be getting some...lol. So while Karuna's gettin some good Vandalia lovin from Ankush, Vicky's gettin potential game from god knows where (haven't seen the girl in DAYS), I get a proposal 13 years from now. hehe. It made my weekend, cuz now at least I have something to look forward to. So jerry, does an all pink wedding scare ya at all? And I'm sorry, I don't think I want any of our former co-workers in the wedding party (maybe christy), though it would be cool to have the reception at our old Arby's, but maybe we could get Kevin to do the floral arrangements so they can look all "peachy"....so much planning soo little time...omg. Gotta go subscribe to Bride magazine... Ciao. Yea, sooooo just kidding. A lot can happen in 13 years...or at least I hope a lot WILL happen...lol |
| April, 28 2004 3:22 am So only one more day to study for my first final...chemistry. Oh joy. And I'll leave it at that. I have lots to say on the subject of finals, but I'm sure you all wouldn't find it very interesting...unless you go to case. And by case, I don't mean a 24-pack of beer... I mean Case Western Reserve University...you know, the best college in Ohio? yea, that's what I thought. People in Ohio have never heard of it either. Anyway, on another subject, today at lunch, I was told by Manu that I am "too white." This arose from the fact that as I proceeded to leave the table I said, "Peace out." Exactly why that makes me "too white" I'm not sure. Well, I am white, but how can one be more than white and become "too white"? Where is the threshold of "too-whiteness"? But lets back up a second here..."Peace out" isn't really somehting a white person would say, is it? So does that make me "too-white" by trying to say sometihing non-white-like? Or does it make me "too-white" in the way I said it. It is possible to make one's whiteness more apparent (other than the color of one's skin) by the way one acts while trying to speak in a non-white manner. But I have to say, that I thought that I pulled off the "peace-out" quite nicely. I didn't ghetto-fy it too much, only added enough emphasis on the right syllables to make it come seem like a perfectly normal way to say "see ya later". Or am I missing the fact that "peace-out" really is a white-like thing to say, and that some white redneck jerk (for this reference, please see Steve Martin and The Jerk), just made it up so that he might feel at home in the all black family that raised him. Personally, I think I'm medium white..not too white, not less than white...just white. Also, while I was writing my 12pager for sages the other day, I typed in "chairman" and the word spell-check thingy popped up asking if i'd like to change it to "chairperson". I'm all for the feminists and stuff yo, but I mean come on, the cockpit can't be the cockpit anymore? it has to be the "flight chamber"? and a chairman has to be chairperson? what next? are we going to change human to huperson? gimme a break. Anyway, take care all. |