Falling.
I'm constantly falling off the face of the earth... only this time, I happened to land in Chicago. Before then, I fell into a land called "The Picture People," where they pay me to print photos, practice photography with super-amazing equipment, and play with little kids (some of whom projectile vomit). It's a good deal, I'd say. I'm sorry, but I'm always going to be a photo nerd.
Anyways, falling off the face of the earth. It happens. A lot. To me at least.
I'm also slipping off the slope of the social world. I'm okay with it, except that it makes being home exceptionally boring. I liked being the "go to" person at school who organized most of the socializing and got groups of friends together. I'm not the "go to" person at home. I don't think there is one anymore, because there is nowhere to "go to" anyway. But then I have to think- was I even really the "go to" person at school? I didn't try to be and it just happened, but if I were really that person, wouldn't I keep in better contact with my friends over the summer? Maybe it's just because I suck at telephones. I don't know. It's alright.
I want to make some new friends, but I don't know how. The people I work with are either:
1. unfriendly
2. much older than me
3. unfriendly and much older than me
and it's such a busy workplace with so many different jobs and things to do that no one really has time to talk anyway. So where else can I make new friends? I don't even know. Let's not worry about it. I have my puppy, she's all I need for the summer.
But Chicago is going to be a nice break. Noah is in class right now, which is completely crazy. He still has a week or two left before finals! I think he's going to make me go see X-Men III tonight. Ehhh. Tomorrow sounds like it's going to be WILD x3... it's allll day. So I'm excited for that.
I hate flying, but I love it. What I mean is, I hate the bureaucratic, corporate, and governmental hassles of it, but I really enjoy the act of flying itself. It's amazing, if you think about it. How do people not just stare out of the windows the entire time? How can we be so desensitized that we don't even realize the majestic beauty of actually flying? It's such an incredible feat, and it's so relatively new- how can people just accept it as completely normal and not a treasured trip into a magical place? A hundred years ago, nobody knew what the top of clouds looked like, and today the scene is practically ignored. I don't know.
Otherwise, I have nothing to say. Not that I've really had anything to say this entire entry. I'm just waiting for my brother to get out of class. His roommate is here on the phone talking to his mom about the midterm grade he just got back. It's weird. Hah, he just said, "Oprah's really not that smart." Okay. Know what else is weird? The strange array of objects on Noah's desk. Let me detail them for you:
Anyways, falling off the face of the earth. It happens. A lot. To me at least.
I'm also slipping off the slope of the social world. I'm okay with it, except that it makes being home exceptionally boring. I liked being the "go to" person at school who organized most of the socializing and got groups of friends together. I'm not the "go to" person at home. I don't think there is one anymore, because there is nowhere to "go to" anyway. But then I have to think- was I even really the "go to" person at school? I didn't try to be and it just happened, but if I were really that person, wouldn't I keep in better contact with my friends over the summer? Maybe it's just because I suck at telephones. I don't know. It's alright.
I want to make some new friends, but I don't know how. The people I work with are either:
1. unfriendly
2. much older than me
3. unfriendly and much older than me
and it's such a busy workplace with so many different jobs and things to do that no one really has time to talk anyway. So where else can I make new friends? I don't even know. Let's not worry about it. I have my puppy, she's all I need for the summer.
But Chicago is going to be a nice break. Noah is in class right now, which is completely crazy. He still has a week or two left before finals! I think he's going to make me go see X-Men III tonight. Ehhh. Tomorrow sounds like it's going to be WILD x3... it's allll day. So I'm excited for that.
I hate flying, but I love it. What I mean is, I hate the bureaucratic, corporate, and governmental hassles of it, but I really enjoy the act of flying itself. It's amazing, if you think about it. How do people not just stare out of the windows the entire time? How can we be so desensitized that we don't even realize the majestic beauty of actually flying? It's such an incredible feat, and it's so relatively new- how can people just accept it as completely normal and not a treasured trip into a magical place? A hundred years ago, nobody knew what the top of clouds looked like, and today the scene is practically ignored. I don't know.
Otherwise, I have nothing to say. Not that I've really had anything to say this entire entry. I'm just waiting for my brother to get out of class. His roommate is here on the phone talking to his mom about the midterm grade he just got back. It's weird. Hah, he just said, "Oprah's really not that smart." Okay. Know what else is weird? The strange array of objects on Noah's desk. Let me detail them for you:
- a can of almond macaroons from Passover, on top of which is sitting a green plastic frog
- a yellow plastic koosh-shaped hippo
- what appears to be a plastic, yellow bracelet made of flowers chained together
- a pair of glasses
- a circuit board of some sort with colorful wires and pins
- an empty cafeteria cup
- four dum-dum lollipops
- a bag of computer chips or something
- a small conch shell
- a stack of books, the topmost being Engineering Circuit Analysis, the 6th edition
- a business card for Rich Vesta, the President/CEO of Smithfield Beef Group
OH YAY! Noah's back! Time to do something more fun than discussing his desk.
There's something more fun than that? We'll see!