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| --------------------------------------- Friday, October 14th, 2005 |
| my meditation is dripping out |
| Well! For starters, let me apologize for the lack of updates... again. But this time I have a legitimate excuse! While I'm dorming up with my roomates in Uconn, I don't bother to bring up my desktop computer anymore, because I'm afraid I'll drop it some time or another. That, and it's a really big hassle to drag it back and forth. So what I decided to do is to buy a laptop, convienently located at the Co-op, which they have for a very nice price - but it's a Mac. I really have nothing against Macs... it's just that I'm a bit unfamiliar with the whole OS, so I really don't know what to expect, except that it will be several hours worth of my precious time to get to know the kinks and nuances of the program. Also, there may be some compatibility issues between my old programs and porting them to the laptop somehow. Majorly speaking, it's not too big of a threat to me academically, since I can get by with a (legit!) copy of Microsoft Office for the Mac. How does this all link back to my original point of not updating the site? Well, it turns out that the editing program for the site (the pagebuilder) isn't very... friendly... so far as Macs go. The program runs okay, but then there are certain functions I can't use properly without the Windows OS, and it'd be too much work for me to do otherwise. So here I am, finally at home on my desktop, updating for your personal amusement! What's new: I find myself writing more and more into a little sketch pad book thingie I bought from the Co-op. I jot down something quickly whenever a creative thought comes to my head - which is too terribly often - or maybe when I have a sudden inspiration that I want to remember. Maybe some notes to myself. Maybe something about how life in general is running for me. Some backwards metaphors, or poetry in a pinch. Basically, my personality is imbued onto those few pages that are already filled with my sloppy handwriting. That said, I tend to lack a little as far as my website goes... I suppose I can scan some of the stuff onto here, if anyone would be interested in seeing it. :P An average day in Uconn is almost the same for everyday. I'm getting used to the routine, though it doesn't leave me too much time for things that I would like to do, that I took for granted during my high school years. Heh. A typical Monday would be a Bio lecture, Geo lecture, Chem lecture, then finally a Calc class, with maybe some review with friends after, for whatever classes it may be. It's about three thirty at this point. I'm usually tired as craziness after this, so I take an hour or two to sleep. So say it's about 4:30 to 5:00. I get an early dinner, so I can beat the wave of people that come around 6:00 to the dining halls. I'll grab all my books from the dorm, say to my roomates that I'm heading out to some study lounge to study, then I sit in the same spot for probably three or four hours. If I lose my concentration, which happens often after a long while, I get up and walk around for a bit. Listen to some Jim Brickman, or Nickelback. If I still feel sleepy, I get down and do some military style pushups! :O People usually end up staring at me, so I just look at them and wave, like we're old buddies. That's just my way with people I haven't been introduced to offically! So now it's probably ten or eleven o' clock at night, and I'm bummed out, mentally. Enervated. Crucified. Whichever cliche you'd like to add. So I head back up to my dorm room, say hello to my mates again before heading out after about half an hour relaxing on my laptop. Some more male bonding, then I go for my jog, which tend to be an hour long, maybe less. On my jog, I like to have some sort of adrenaline pumping music that gets my blood going, so to speak. I'll jog rain or shine, any time of the day that I feel like (though it'll usually be evening). After the first leg of my run, which is pretty much clear across the campus, past even my brother's dorm, I stop near the music buildings and find a little room for myself on the pavement to practice some Tang Soo Do that I must not lose my edge on. Sometimes, I positively feel out of shape. After about half an hour with that, I'll sit down and meditate. This I honestly have no idea how long it takes me, because I just sort of zone out and concentrate on the problems at hand. Sometimes the meditation won't last long at all - five minutes say. Other times, I sit looking at the grass for longer than a half hour. So then I take my second leg of my run back to the dorm (which, by the way, is on top of a great giant hill), so I sprint up the stairs, and jumping over the railing. Stopping for a moment to grab my keys I hid somewhere in the grass beforehand, I'll run up the seven floors to my room, and pace around till I get my breath back. Then a shower. Then I hit the sack like a bag of igneous rocks that just had their density doubled through metamorphism. What now? I'm most likely going to start hitting the gym with my brother, at least three times a week starting next week. I could probably squeeze in an hour with the weights before I go on my daily jog. Not to mention my sprained ankle, which I twisted good on that last hill. Ouchie wa-wa. People keep asking me about my journal. "What is that you're writing in?" they ask. "I always see you writing in it." "It's nothing," I stagnantly reply. Of course, this never really satisfies them, so I ask them to venture a guess, and they figure out one way or another that it's essentially my thought-book. No use in hiding it, anyway! What became of my eating diets? you might be thinking. Well, why would you wonder about that? I'll give insight to it anyway. When you're in college, you tend to eat anything that you have at hand, because, for some reason, you get the munchies at the wee hours of night. At the dining hall closes at 7:15. The anarchy! We must take flight against the communists, and end this tyranny at once by replacing it with our democracy wanna-be! Wow, I just remembered something (imagine that!) really funny that I wanted to share with you all. Hmm, I'm really dragging this post out. Instead, I'll post a link to the weird conversation in my head here. It's about my professors, and I think it's really amusing, heheheh. Extra-Curricular: As far as relationships go, I'm effectively closed. I really can't do much about it, and I'm not sure if I regret or not... yet. I suppose I'll find out soon enough. I just miss having someone to lean on, or someone to ask me how my day was. I don't feel very comfortable at all, but it's something we will all get used to... I hear words: "Amen. I - I'm alive! Singing Amen I - I'm alive!" Nickelback - If Everyone Cared |
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| ---------------------------- sing along, Bonzai Moderator: Jackie Chan |
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| We moved! D: |
| the bonzai |
| I've gone over to blogspot, since it's easier for me at the time being with me schedule. I'll start updating at least everyday, and, well... you can read the rest by clicking here! It's called the Limiting Reactant. Add this to your favorites, don' forget. :P |