I wasn't born with enough middle fingers; I don't need to choose a side.
I've done it. Again. I really have good intentions, and high hopes. Lots of pretension, and little action. It's 4:25 am and I'm supposed to be at Crew practice in less than 2 hours. What did I tell Carlos after the first practice a week and a half ago? "Not one... I won't miss one this semester." I'm going to sleep in a few minutes and I won't wake up until 5 minutes before my Chemistry lecture at 9.
Earlier tonight I felt like destroying something. Really, I didn't know what I wanted. I still don't. I won't know what I want until I'm able to reach out and grab it with minimal effort. I suppose the problem is that I won't get what I want unless I make a decision and go after something. Confucius said something like "He who wait for roast duck to fly into his mouth have long wait." Or maybe he didn't.
The second best thing that happened this week: I got to watch Nikki make funny faces as she told a story about her friend with a pen in her nose. Better than that: I got a plane ticket to Boston.
Next time I don't feel like writing a lab report or reading the Chemistry textbook, I'll go to the library and read another novel. All 256 pages of The Phantom Tollbooth entertained me for a couple of hours this afternoon while I avoided responsibility. I took some cool pictures outside around 2:30 this morning while my fingers were numb and my stocking feet ached. I downloaded Marilyn Manson's The Golden Age of Grotesque today and, though I don't listen to much metal anymore, I'm thoroughly entertained by it. He's playing TWO shows at Nürburgring (perhaps the most beautiful race track in the world) this year, and I won't be in Germany.
After two days of doing my best to teach myself German, I can count, recite the alphabet, conjugate regular verbs in the present tense, tell time, and sing along with such great songs as Neunundneunzig Luftballons, Wir Haben Grund Zum Feier, and I can tell you a lot about the letter ß and how the fairly recent topic of Rechtschreibreform has threatened its existence.
However, I can't tell you much about chemical/reaction kinetics or Raoult's law. I suppose that at present, learning Chemistry is more important than das Erlernen einer neuen Sprache. Fuck that. More immediately, going to sleep is more important than anything.
Earlier tonight I felt like destroying something. Really, I didn't know what I wanted. I still don't. I won't know what I want until I'm able to reach out and grab it with minimal effort. I suppose the problem is that I won't get what I want unless I make a decision and go after something. Confucius said something like "He who wait for roast duck to fly into his mouth have long wait." Or maybe he didn't.
The second best thing that happened this week: I got to watch Nikki make funny faces as she told a story about her friend with a pen in her nose. Better than that: I got a plane ticket to Boston.
Next time I don't feel like writing a lab report or reading the Chemistry textbook, I'll go to the library and read another novel. All 256 pages of The Phantom Tollbooth entertained me for a couple of hours this afternoon while I avoided responsibility. I took some cool pictures outside around 2:30 this morning while my fingers were numb and my stocking feet ached. I downloaded Marilyn Manson's The Golden Age of Grotesque today and, though I don't listen to much metal anymore, I'm thoroughly entertained by it. He's playing TWO shows at Nürburgring (perhaps the most beautiful race track in the world) this year, and I won't be in Germany.
After two days of doing my best to teach myself German, I can count, recite the alphabet, conjugate regular verbs in the present tense, tell time, and sing along with such great songs as Neunundneunzig Luftballons, Wir Haben Grund Zum Feier, and I can tell you a lot about the letter ß and how the fairly recent topic of Rechtschreibreform has threatened its existence.
However, I can't tell you much about chemical/reaction kinetics or Raoult's law. I suppose that at present, learning Chemistry is more important than das Erlernen einer neuen Sprache. Fuck that. More immediately, going to sleep is more important than anything.