As you talk to me
Too much you're assuming
We don't always want what's right
Wednesday, February 13, 2002 12:59pm
I really don't understand Computer Science.  Well, I understand it, but I cannot do it.  I will go tomorrow and get help from my teacher. 

I went to the bank just now, and I saw six cops!  Usually, in an average trip to the bank I see one or two, but six!  Woah.

I have an English test today and I have to go to work. 

I found my Memento DVD.  It was somewhere in my car.  And I brought it inside and now I have a whopping 17 DVDs.  Woah.

I've made woah a sentence twice today.  Just look above you.

Tomorrow is valentines day which means the day after that they will be selling cheap chololate.  Sorry Randy, but I didn't do this on purpose.  I wanted to get his present way before valentines day and so it would be at UVA by then, but I didn't know what to get him.  I figured out what to get him yesterday.  So that involves a trip to the mall.  Which I may have to do real quickly between my class and my haircut tomorrow.  But I feel like even if Randy was here tomorrow, it would be just like a regular day for us.  That's not a bad thing at all, I just think it's cool.

I'm feeling very not caring right now.  LIke, all of a sudden (yesterday) I just stopped caring.  I hope it comes back.  Maybe it's just beause I'm tired and I don't know if I'm doing too much.

There's this zen story/saying about this hunter who is chasing two rabbits and how he never catches either of them.  I kinda feel like that right now. 

But that's ok.  Because I am really excited about learning all the stuff I'm learning in school.  My math class really got better and my book is really good.  I'm an idiot, but that makes every little thing interesting.  Like the fact that dx means deltax.  wow.  Change in x.  This opens everything up.

And ew we had to read this story for english and I don't even want to know what my teacher has to say about it.  I guess though we'll just take the test and keep our weird sexual stuff to ourselves. 

English teachers are all dorks, and therefore are sexually repressed.  Hence all the talk about sex in english class.  Except Mr. Motes.  He was very normal.  Except that he did try to relate everything to eating children.  He was so cool.

And I like computer science but, like I said, I am not good at it.  It is fun but I am too involved with why instead of "just fucking do the thing and get it done" and I get all off-track.

And history, well history is history.  I really wish the teacher would assign someting.  A paper, a reading, something.  I do enjoy learning about the bloody bloody russians but I'd like to put my great notes to use somewhere.  Maybe I'll just give them to julia for her birthday.  Just kidding.  I'd make her buy them. 
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