7-1

Not going in to work today meant one important thing: I had no reason to leave my bed for the duration of the day.

That is a little misleading; I did get up at 11:30. Then I loafed, voted, and cleaned hair from a drain.

I hate this, though. The weekends no longer feel like weekends. Only a few days in to the last semester, and already I'm ready for it to be over with. I have to look at airset to tell me that it's only been seven days of class that have happened so far.

Complicating things even further is the stupid reader that I need for two more of my classes. Books, the ones that cost a fortune to purchase, are bad enough. But now I have to buy two bound reams of paper that the copy store has marked up exorbitantly, simply because it says "ENGL388" on the front.

I think the worst part of it all is the fact that none of my classes have anything to do with my major. So it seems like I'm back in freshman year taking stupid required classes that I need for reasons unknown. Granted, I'm getting through it. But it's just one more thing to make me await May a little more anxiously.

I'm ready to not have work from class hanging over my head at all times. But there are decisions to be made; this is why I have been given time.

And I know, I know there is joy endowed.

Tonight was good.

That is all.

a few things

I figure as long as I'm using the internet, I should write something. And now that my computer is connected to the internet, my posts may [or may not] become more frequent.

Am I a bad person for only caring about The Dark Knight when I heard about Heath Ledger?

Then I heard he took sleeping pills. And my thought became: That would have been a good case study for that class last semester. But, that's me: horrible, heartless jerk.

Next point: I just found A Fine Frenzy a few days ago. Wow. That's all I can say. Beautiful.

From the Free Times in regards to Soulja Boy at the Township: "It’s the musical equivalent of a bag of Doritos: It’s cheap, disposable junk food. ... And that begs the question of which should be more offensive to Middle America: Vapid, oversexed, misogynist bubblegum snap-hop or hyper-violent-yet-artistically-viable gangsta rap?"

are you ready?

12:58 am.

This whole trying to get to bed before midnight thing to be rested in the morning is just not working really, really hard to get used to. Rested it good. Just getting into bed doesn't come as easily as it should. Granted, the fact that I figured out my neighbor's WEP key today and can now piggy back online from that connection isn't going to make things any easier.

Taxes=not fun. I probably should get my W-2s soon too.

Charlotte again caught my thoughts today. If I knew what to do, it would make this whole decision thing a lot easier. CMPD is a great department. I just don't know.

Yeah. Bed time. And I just found a splinter in my finger. Pleasant.

only the fairest

As we pulled into the parking lot, the sleet started to fall. Not hard, but a light sleeting. Enough to get out hopes up. But while in Cici's, it began to fall. Light at first, but as we began to filter outside, it started coming down decently. Snow. Fo'real. It was beautiful.

I don't know if it was the cold, or the wet, or the ice, or if it was just the thought of snow. But it go to our heads. Some bundled up. Others skipped. Some made strange faces. Others tried to eat it. I bounced up and down in one spot.

I walked from my house to the coffee shop tonight. Partly because I like it cold outside and enjoy the walk, but mostly because I like the snow that was falling. It mostly had stopped by the time I had arrived, which was disappointing.

Snow. It's one of those few things that are accepted as lovely by everyone.

The fact that my professor today shot down a student for taking a relativistic point of view regarding morality and religion was also great. The fact that people have to take a stand may be catching on. Maybe.

"Illegal aliens have always been a problem in the United States. Ask any Indian." -Robert Orben

the world through new eyes

A trip home this weekend let me get something I ordered over Christmas break: new glasses.

It's different. I haven't had a new pair of glasses since high school, and those five or six years can make a big difference. Not much of change in the strength of the prescription, but enough of a change in the lenses for a very sensitive instrument, such as a pair of eyes, to tell the difference.

At least, it feels like a big difference; my eyes aren't used to the new lenses or frames. My head hurts. Granted, the coffee is keeping me awake, but that aside, I'm going to sleep well tonight.

weird

I just wrote "1-2-08" for the date.

"08" is the year I graduate college. And the fact that it's already here is scary and reassuring at the same time.

the new year | my thoughts

So this is the new year
and i don't feel any different.
The clanking of crystal;
explosions off in the distance.

So this is the new year
and I have no resolutions
for self assigned penance
for problems with easy solutions

So this is the new year.

december

Too many doctor appointments for one week. It lead me to find out that I'll probably never wear contacts. But now I have new, not-falling-apart glasses.

Too many memories from last year.
A long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last

three things, real quick

Point 1: Although I knew it two years ago, I re-discovered this fact last night: Jump, Little Children is amazing.

Point 2: I think one of my favorite things to do for any roadtrip, besides the planning, is to make the playlist/mixdisc for that trip.

Point 3: My apartment is currently filled with coffee, donut holes, and Zeppelin. It is good.