a truly Cartesian quarter of an hour
I'm hungry, my tummy just growled at me. I don't think I eat enough, in fact I know I don't eat enough. Who has time for food when you are running around like me.
I'm at the library right now. I came here to write an extra credit paper for Art History. But I just looked at my grades and calculated that I might not reall need the extra credit points. So I am only half heartedly working on it. I'd rather be rambly and write a blog entry. Go figure.
I have an apple in my backpack. But you can't eat in the library.
The weather is glorious. Sunny, warm, feels like spring. I'm ready for spring in so many ways. Its interesting how much the weather affects my mood. I feel lousy on cold dreary days, but days like today make me unable to quit smiling. It was a long winter here in Missouri. Tis strange how quickly I have acclimated to the season here, when 20 degrees above 0 is too cold. When only 2 months of chilly tempuratures and biting wind is too much. Winter lasts nearly half the year in MN, at least thats what it felt like up there. Up north we would have at least another month if not more of wintery weather. But here... I hope we aren't just being teased yet again. I am more then ready for springtime.
I find it hard to pick what my favorite season is, because I love things from all of them. But spring is on the top of my list. I need this time of year, when everything is coming back to life to remind me that things aren't always as dreary as they seem. Spring reawakens something inside me, things I've forgotten. It breathes hope into me, a hope that is too often stifled and muffled by the cold fingers of reality.
Besides, one can spend much more time out of doors come spring. I need the outdoors nearly as much as I need chocolate. Okay, more then I need chocolate, but... you know.
The bruise on my elbow from my nasty spill of my bike is looking pretty nasty itself. Hurts something awful too. I think I got whiplash as well, at least my neck hurts pretty bad. I'm so thankful I didn't break anything. That was all I needed. (That was all she needed... Children! The poor woman, how could she have managed!)
So funny how nearly everything I say can remind me of a line from the play.
Ahh yes, the play. Eight days until we open. Media night is tomorrow, our first time with an audience. Exciting and nerve racking at the same time. And then it will be over. How sad (How sad for her to be left a widow so young). I'm not sure what I'll do with myself. There is such a bittersweetness that comes with the performance of something. You build and build for it, then before you blink its over. But I won't think about such things now, instead we shall leave things as they are. (By the way, my real name is Sherlock Holmes).
Still hungry, surprise surpise. I guess words don't fill one's stomach.
And so... since you don't have the time here I must tell you that in exactly three quarter's of an hour and sixteen minutes I'm having a fire at the other end of the city. Consequently... I must go, and eat, and do American Lit homework and... well yeah.
carpe diem,
lrn
I'm at the library right now. I came here to write an extra credit paper for Art History. But I just looked at my grades and calculated that I might not reall need the extra credit points. So I am only half heartedly working on it. I'd rather be rambly and write a blog entry. Go figure.
I have an apple in my backpack. But you can't eat in the library.
The weather is glorious. Sunny, warm, feels like spring. I'm ready for spring in so many ways. Its interesting how much the weather affects my mood. I feel lousy on cold dreary days, but days like today make me unable to quit smiling. It was a long winter here in Missouri. Tis strange how quickly I have acclimated to the season here, when 20 degrees above 0 is too cold. When only 2 months of chilly tempuratures and biting wind is too much. Winter lasts nearly half the year in MN, at least thats what it felt like up there. Up north we would have at least another month if not more of wintery weather. But here... I hope we aren't just being teased yet again. I am more then ready for springtime.
I find it hard to pick what my favorite season is, because I love things from all of them. But spring is on the top of my list. I need this time of year, when everything is coming back to life to remind me that things aren't always as dreary as they seem. Spring reawakens something inside me, things I've forgotten. It breathes hope into me, a hope that is too often stifled and muffled by the cold fingers of reality.
Besides, one can spend much more time out of doors come spring. I need the outdoors nearly as much as I need chocolate. Okay, more then I need chocolate, but... you know.
The bruise on my elbow from my nasty spill of my bike is looking pretty nasty itself. Hurts something awful too. I think I got whiplash as well, at least my neck hurts pretty bad. I'm so thankful I didn't break anything. That was all I needed. (That was all she needed... Children! The poor woman, how could she have managed!)
So funny how nearly everything I say can remind me of a line from the play.
Ahh yes, the play. Eight days until we open. Media night is tomorrow, our first time with an audience. Exciting and nerve racking at the same time. And then it will be over. How sad (How sad for her to be left a widow so young). I'm not sure what I'll do with myself. There is such a bittersweetness that comes with the performance of something. You build and build for it, then before you blink its over. But I won't think about such things now, instead we shall leave things as they are. (By the way, my real name is Sherlock Holmes).
Still hungry, surprise surpise. I guess words don't fill one's stomach.
And so... since you don't have the time here I must tell you that in exactly three quarter's of an hour and sixteen minutes I'm having a fire at the other end of the city. Consequently... I must go, and eat, and do American Lit homework and... well yeah.
carpe diem,
lrn