A herring doesn't whistle
[Tonight I met a man with one eye. I was unafraid.
I feel rather fearless.
I just found out that the deadline for my math homework is in twenty minutes. My back aches and my body still feels like its moving, I don't think I have the capacity.
I got a lot done today, I went to all my classes, worked, cooked lunch, shot off three rolls of film, did a service project at a nursing home and finally got around to getting my own visart card. Okay, so the last was probably least important, but I've REALLY been in the mood for mirrormask, and it was about time.
Tomorrow is Halloween, I'm pretty stoked about the whole affair. I'm going to a party at Jesse and Julia's, breakfast with the fam and, uh, classes from 11 to 7. ]
{That is the entry I wrote the day before yesterday. Apparantly I fell asleep shortly after that last statement, I woke up yesterday fully dressed with a quarter of a cup of cold tea next to me.
Last night was a Halloween party, which was quiteabit of fun, and I woke up this morning with three and a half hours of sleep on a carpet with about seven acquaintances, my friends in their respective bedrooms.}
And this is the third time I've attempted to write an lj entry, I keep falling asleep before I complete the process. I have been very busy recently, I've been coming home and colapsing on the bed. Yesterday I went and worked out at the gym, and I guess I felt better. I will probably feel better when I have more sleep. Thursdays at 3:30 are now my working-out-with-Alexa-and-Niko times, to get healthy. I'm terribly afraid of becoming diabetic, so I'm now going to try to cut out excess sugar and lose a bit of weight.
I really wanted to write about how I've been having an existensial crisis about whether the universe is finite, and how it seems that math adn physics seem to disprove each other. Mainly I had decided that the universe made most sense when looked at as being finite, and that I essentially didn't believe in math because math pretty much bases itself on the idea of infinity. Math was broken for me, and I didn't really believe in fractions as they are generally accepted to work. I have since got myself to a place where I accept math (which is FANTASTIC seeing that I wasn't able to do my homework during this time). I had been so upset by these theories on the universe and their relationship to calculus that I had to leave class early one day. Now I think infinity is fact (I can go further into this) but I don't see where infinity, space, and time can coexist.
I also wanted to write about the color red. I may be in love with the color red.
Today i should talk about how I ran out of money and am overdrawn and had to borrow money from my mom and I am in a dangerous place until I get my paycheck. I should talk about how I was on the verge of tears all day, up until I saw The Darjeeling Limited with Molly and Ben.
I wanted to talk about artistic empiphanies.
I wanted to talk about a desire to say "fuck it all" and take up a BA or BFA in photography, and how I knew this was a bad idea because I'd miss engineering so much. The fact that math is the only thing I can really rely on in life made my loss of faith in it all the worse because I no longer had anything to stand on. I knew I'd eventually come back to math, and cutting it out of my life would be horrible.
I'm concerned about making the right decisions to secure a career that I will be happy with. i'm concerned that I may spend too much time with friends and not enough studying. Not that I really spend that much time with friends, just that I have very little time to myself to begin with and that I always want to share that time with other people.
I'm staying alive.
It's pretty positive.
I feel rather fearless.
I just found out that the deadline for my math homework is in twenty minutes. My back aches and my body still feels like its moving, I don't think I have the capacity.
I got a lot done today, I went to all my classes, worked, cooked lunch, shot off three rolls of film, did a service project at a nursing home and finally got around to getting my own visart card. Okay, so the last was probably least important, but I've REALLY been in the mood for mirrormask, and it was about time.
Tomorrow is Halloween, I'm pretty stoked about the whole affair. I'm going to a party at Jesse and Julia's, breakfast with the fam and, uh, classes from 11 to 7. ]
{That is the entry I wrote the day before yesterday. Apparantly I fell asleep shortly after that last statement, I woke up yesterday fully dressed with a quarter of a cup of cold tea next to me.
Last night was a Halloween party, which was quiteabit of fun, and I woke up this morning with three and a half hours of sleep on a carpet with about seven acquaintances, my friends in their respective bedrooms.}
And this is the third time I've attempted to write an lj entry, I keep falling asleep before I complete the process. I have been very busy recently, I've been coming home and colapsing on the bed. Yesterday I went and worked out at the gym, and I guess I felt better. I will probably feel better when I have more sleep. Thursdays at 3:30 are now my working-out-with-Alexa-and-Niko times, to get healthy. I'm terribly afraid of becoming diabetic, so I'm now going to try to cut out excess sugar and lose a bit of weight.
I really wanted to write about how I've been having an existensial crisis about whether the universe is finite, and how it seems that math adn physics seem to disprove each other. Mainly I had decided that the universe made most sense when looked at as being finite, and that I essentially didn't believe in math because math pretty much bases itself on the idea of infinity. Math was broken for me, and I didn't really believe in fractions as they are generally accepted to work. I have since got myself to a place where I accept math (which is FANTASTIC seeing that I wasn't able to do my homework during this time). I had been so upset by these theories on the universe and their relationship to calculus that I had to leave class early one day. Now I think infinity is fact (I can go further into this) but I don't see where infinity, space, and time can coexist.
I also wanted to write about the color red. I may be in love with the color red.
Today i should talk about how I ran out of money and am overdrawn and had to borrow money from my mom and I am in a dangerous place until I get my paycheck. I should talk about how I was on the verge of tears all day, up until I saw The Darjeeling Limited with Molly and Ben.
I wanted to talk about artistic empiphanies.
I wanted to talk about a desire to say "fuck it all" and take up a BA or BFA in photography, and how I knew this was a bad idea because I'd miss engineering so much. The fact that math is the only thing I can really rely on in life made my loss of faith in it all the worse because I no longer had anything to stand on. I knew I'd eventually come back to math, and cutting it out of my life would be horrible.
I'm concerned about making the right decisions to secure a career that I will be happy with. i'm concerned that I may spend too much time with friends and not enough studying. Not that I really spend that much time with friends, just that I have very little time to myself to begin with and that I always want to share that time with other people.
I'm staying alive.
It's pretty positive.