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So I'm back in the bay until friday, unfortunately, got sick at Tae Kwon Do last night, so there will be no fraternizing lest my sickness is made manifest in bodies other than my own.
I wish that I could be more active in the groups, particularly the local ones. SGSF would be craaaazy fun if only I could keep up, but what with job hunting and de-wallpapering and recommitment to a steady practice schedule it's tough to even log on to the internet more than once a day. But first things first: I gotta get my shit together before I can throw the shit down, know what I'm sayin'?
I don't know if the SGSF'ers are still reading here, but if you are, I miss youuuuuuuuuu.. *hugs* *kisses*
I still owe somebody a copy of one of the greatest mangas EVER.
I got an EEG today. Hooray for me.
I'm feeling quiet. Like, my head, all inside, quiet. This is different. It's like going to a concert, driving back home with a car full of buddies with boisterous retellings of tales of exploits and whatnot, and getting dropped off at your apartment, walking in the door, and..
tngggggggggggggggggggggg
..and you're suddenly at a loss for what to do next, and you stand in your hallway like a poor ship adrift at the doldrums. You flinch, perhaps your hand goes to fish something out of your pocket, and suddenly you wonder exactly what was the impetus behind the impulse that started your movement. And silence answers in return.
Your eyes dart up, as in waking from a lapse of consciousness, as if you just realized that you've been reading the same paragraph in a book over and over. Standing there like a stranger in your own hallway, lost your place in your own story, your mind backpedalling to find just where you've left off. And you think you've almost got there when--
Your eyes dart up, as in waking from a lapse of consciousness, as if you just realized that you've been reading the same paragraph in a book over and over. Standing there like a stranger in your own hallway, lost your place in your own story, your mind backpedalling to find just where you've left off. And you think you've almost got there when--
Your eyes dart up, and after enough time, your desire to figure out the answer to the forgotten question is overcome by your desire for sleep.
It's come to my attention that, in looking back over my memories, many years can be lumped under pervading emotions: Boredom. Angst. Depression. Hope. It's feasible that this present feeling -- "sitting there in pause" -- could very well govern one's life for a time.
I hope I haven't jinxed myself.
I just wrote and sent off the first cover letter since I applied to Ernie Ball and MESA/Boogie three years ago. This one was to PG&E. Yes, yes. I'll be working for the man. It'll only be for the summer.
So just now a friend IM's me: "Hey I'm working for a condom company and they need people. They need an order filling monkey/customer service, $9/hour."
So in the slug race of my employment, it's a dead heat between the House of Bread, PG&E, and some condom place.
Juxtapositioliscious.
So I'm back in the bay until friday, unfortunately, got sick at Tae Kwon Do last night, so there will be no fraternizing lest my sickness is made manifest in bodies other than my own.
I wish that I could be more active in the groups, particularly the local ones. SGSF would be craaaazy fun if only I could keep up, but what with job hunting and de-wallpapering and recommitment to a steady practice schedule it's tough to even log on to the internet more than once a day. But first things first: I gotta get my shit together before I can throw the shit down, know what I'm sayin'?
I don't know if the SGSF'ers are still reading here, but if you are, I miss youuuuuuuuuu.. *hugs* *kisses*
I still owe somebody a copy of one of the greatest mangas EVER.
I got an EEG today. Hooray for me.
I'm feeling quiet. Like, my head, all inside, quiet. This is different. It's like going to a concert, driving back home with a car full of buddies with boisterous retellings of tales of exploits and whatnot, and getting dropped off at your apartment, walking in the door, and..
tngggggggggggggggggggggg
..and you're suddenly at a loss for what to do next, and you stand in your hallway like a poor ship adrift at the doldrums. You flinch, perhaps your hand goes to fish something out of your pocket, and suddenly you wonder exactly what was the impetus behind the impulse that started your movement. And silence answers in return.
Your eyes dart up, as in waking from a lapse of consciousness, as if you just realized that you've been reading the same paragraph in a book over and over. Standing there like a stranger in your own hallway, lost your place in your own story, your mind backpedalling to find just where you've left off. And you think you've almost got there when--
Your eyes dart up, as in waking from a lapse of consciousness, as if you just realized that you've been reading the same paragraph in a book over and over. Standing there like a stranger in your own hallway, lost your place in your own story, your mind backpedalling to find just where you've left off. And you think you've almost got there when--
Your eyes dart up, and after enough time, your desire to figure out the answer to the forgotten question is overcome by your desire for sleep.
It's come to my attention that, in looking back over my memories, many years can be lumped under pervading emotions: Boredom. Angst. Depression. Hope. It's feasible that this present feeling -- "sitting there in pause" -- could very well govern one's life for a time.
I hope I haven't jinxed myself.
I just wrote and sent off the first cover letter since I applied to Ernie Ball and MESA/Boogie three years ago. This one was to PG&E. Yes, yes. I'll be working for the man. It'll only be for the summer.
So just now a friend IM's me: "Hey I'm working for a condom company and they need people. They need an order filling monkey/customer service, $9/hour."
So in the slug race of my employment, it's a dead heat between the House of Bread, PG&E, and some condom place.
Juxtapositioliscious.
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love your journal entries, very happy to find a fellow right brain-oriented, panic-attack stricken engineering student on the student group postings. nice to meet you!