*blink*
Life's fun, isn't it? I am near constantly reminded of this during the summer when, despite having far more free time, I find myself hard pressed to do everything there is to do. Movies, plays, concerts, picnics, camping, kayaking... far much to do for the few months I have to do them in.
It makes me feel especially bad on days like this where it's gorgeous outside but my massive headache suggests the dark where I'm not moving about much is the place to be.
Advil time for me. Man... is there anything it can't fix?
I suppose it can't fix my attempts at poetry or music. I know I'm not the first to note this but I feel obliged to say something anyhow. Why is it that writing anything seems so much easier... more fluid when I'm either angry or sad than happy/surprised. Is it familiarity with the emotion (no shortage of angry bands), fewer socially-acceptable ways to release the emotion (since they took away my baseball bat), or simply self-pity and inflated self-opinion going hand in hand making me believe I'm better than I would see myself otherwise?
Oh well. I guess for now it doesn't really matter... go being a computer science student.
Life's fun, isn't it? I am near constantly reminded of this during the summer when, despite having far more free time, I find myself hard pressed to do everything there is to do. Movies, plays, concerts, picnics, camping, kayaking... far much to do for the few months I have to do them in.
It makes me feel especially bad on days like this where it's gorgeous outside but my massive headache suggests the dark where I'm not moving about much is the place to be.
Advil time for me. Man... is there anything it can't fix?
I suppose it can't fix my attempts at poetry or music. I know I'm not the first to note this but I feel obliged to say something anyhow. Why is it that writing anything seems so much easier... more fluid when I'm either angry or sad than happy/surprised. Is it familiarity with the emotion (no shortage of angry bands), fewer socially-acceptable ways to release the emotion (since they took away my baseball bat), or simply self-pity and inflated self-opinion going hand in hand making me believe I'm better than I would see myself otherwise?
Oh well. I guess for now it doesn't really matter... go being a computer science student.
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as for time. there is never enough. I started out with a whole afternoon, now it's almost time for bed cuz I have to be up early to go to work. bah! work, my arch-nemisis....oh....that's funny. I was listening to the Reverend this morning. good sermen. wicked are the women who take everything...*sigh* 'but things arn't so bad, cuz I've got a Galaxy 500'...
Thanks for wishing me happy birthday though.