sunshine, we all see the same sky
mmkay, it's been a long, long time since i've updated this thing. mostly because i just stopped doing it and figured i was done with it. buuuuut, out of curiosity, i just checked it out tonight and the memories that it brought back to me from the past few years of my life made me feel really good. so this is my attempt to start using this thing again, even though i'm pretty sure any friends i have on here are people i have completely lost touch with or people who don't even look at/write in their journals anymore.
but anyway. why not?
i see no point in writing an update on my life, because it would just be waaaay too involved and long. no point.
BUT how about some things that are going on right now. as in, today.
well, i'm working at the university library, which is where my days start on tuesdays and thursdays. actually, my day started as i raced my car across town, up to campus, and into the east remote parking lot just in time to watch the core bus reach the bus stop. i don't quite remember how, but i somehow managed to get out of my car (which is more complicated than it sounds, seeing as my car is "paralyzed" on the left side and i can't open it from the inside unless i roll the window down first - suuuuper ghetto) and sprint to the bus stop. the bus driver stopped, opened his door, and then closed it and was about to drive away when i slammed my fists into the window to get his attention.
i felt kind of bad, but all i could give him was a breathless "sorry"
anyway, work was the same as it usually in...mostly very boring and monotonous shelving of books between the stacks punctuated by brief moments of absolute terror when i realize that someone is about to smash me between the stacks (we use a compact shelving system, so the bookshelves are all smashed together unless you crank them apart...it's cool, but terrifying if you forget to lock it and someone doesn't look before they try to close it).
well anyway, i just made an involuntary squeaking noise and ran for my life. a little embarrassing, sure, but the thing that is really retarded is that this has happened to me about 3 or 4 times since i started this job, and for some reason when i see that the stacks are closing on me, i can never manage to yell out or anything, and i always seem to run away in the direction that will take longer.
some sense of self preservation, right?
ah, to be a librarian (of sorts).
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it was strange to read my journal after all this time. i can't remember precisely why i was checking it, but i had kind of promised myself that i wouldn't read my entries because i thought i'd be embarrassed by the way i used to be.
but really, i'm not. i am actually proud of my past self for...i don't know what, exactly. but i think it was good for me, because it made me remember a part of me that i must have left in high school. or maybe just when i came to college. maybe now i can get a little of that person back.
as i read through my past entries, i had the strangest feeling that i was watching myself mature, learn more about myself, and really i guess just evolve into who i am.
anyway..i just got an email from one of my TAs saying one of the summaries i did on this paper i just turned in was on a subject that we weren't allowed to write about. ugh. so now he wants me to write a new one and turn it in by friday. greeeeeeeat.
also, somebody in my aphousement (appartment/house) building is fucking with my laundry. not cool.
hokay, that's pretty much all for now because i haven't really written a journal entry in forever and i don't really know what to write about.
but anyway. why not?
i see no point in writing an update on my life, because it would just be waaaay too involved and long. no point.
BUT how about some things that are going on right now. as in, today.
well, i'm working at the university library, which is where my days start on tuesdays and thursdays. actually, my day started as i raced my car across town, up to campus, and into the east remote parking lot just in time to watch the core bus reach the bus stop. i don't quite remember how, but i somehow managed to get out of my car (which is more complicated than it sounds, seeing as my car is "paralyzed" on the left side and i can't open it from the inside unless i roll the window down first - suuuuper ghetto) and sprint to the bus stop. the bus driver stopped, opened his door, and then closed it and was about to drive away when i slammed my fists into the window to get his attention.
i felt kind of bad, but all i could give him was a breathless "sorry"
anyway, work was the same as it usually in...mostly very boring and monotonous shelving of books between the stacks punctuated by brief moments of absolute terror when i realize that someone is about to smash me between the stacks (we use a compact shelving system, so the bookshelves are all smashed together unless you crank them apart...it's cool, but terrifying if you forget to lock it and someone doesn't look before they try to close it).
well anyway, i just made an involuntary squeaking noise and ran for my life. a little embarrassing, sure, but the thing that is really retarded is that this has happened to me about 3 or 4 times since i started this job, and for some reason when i see that the stacks are closing on me, i can never manage to yell out or anything, and i always seem to run away in the direction that will take longer.
some sense of self preservation, right?
ah, to be a librarian (of sorts).
--
it was strange to read my journal after all this time. i can't remember precisely why i was checking it, but i had kind of promised myself that i wouldn't read my entries because i thought i'd be embarrassed by the way i used to be.
but really, i'm not. i am actually proud of my past self for...i don't know what, exactly. but i think it was good for me, because it made me remember a part of me that i must have left in high school. or maybe just when i came to college. maybe now i can get a little of that person back.
as i read through my past entries, i had the strangest feeling that i was watching myself mature, learn more about myself, and really i guess just evolve into who i am.
anyway..i just got an email from one of my TAs saying one of the summaries i did on this paper i just turned in was on a subject that we weren't allowed to write about. ugh. so now he wants me to write a new one and turn it in by friday. greeeeeeeat.
also, somebody in my aphousement (appartment/house) building is fucking with my laundry. not cool.
hokay, that's pretty much all for now because i haven't really written a journal entry in forever and i don't really know what to write about.