I don't think I've ever typed love this much. or will again
wow. I really should be doing everything but this.
If only I could really act like it's spring. Today is more or less perfection, complete with tornado watch. Days like this remind me what I love about Nebraska, and the tiniest things I'll miss whenever I manage to leave. It's been like that a lot lately. Snow days, rainy days (sunday)...I love to look out the window and sort of hang out..."inclement" weather in general is amazing sometimes. Too bad I tend to think about that too much, when I do.
If you're wondering why I'm suddenly cheery...well, I've been very moody of late. Maybe I'm pregnant.
Also, we just finished Wittgenstein in Seminar today, and, much as I love him, I'm glad to see it go. Presentation went well, on the whole. I hate writing in paragraph form, and doing so was almost impossible. It doesn't help that Wittgenstein doesn't do it either. I guess you can do what you want when you're quite insane/obsessed, as he was. The world demands sanity via organization. Good thing Adam M went beyond proliffic on this one, and that his organization stretched across most of it. I really slipped into the background, but had I been fully in charge I would've had much more to say. It just wouldn't have made sense.
Well, that's out of my system. I'm beyond glad that was my second discussion piece. The semester has one less tool to stress me out.
The plan:
today: nap, study a bit, maybe speaker, & the bar under Michael's/M's pub for cheap thrills.
tomorrow: early morning speaker, school, phil. roundtable, work, sleep
saturday: phil. conference & Ora's paper on fight club, commercialism, alienation, and dildos. then I might go home. home home.
sunday: eisley! concert, maybe w/ Rachel M. neat...
tonight, again, I'll be going out (I think) with the philo majors who've banded together with me. I'm reminded of last year, when I finally got to know Kurt and Anthony a little bit. Those were the days. These are the days. I need to socialize more, more often. And maybe play racquetball, tennis, even play catch. Maybe I'll start running in the mornings. I can think of several people I'm unlikely to see two months from now, maybe ever again. That's strange, but it adds meaning somehow. I think maybe I'll go senior weeking.
If only I could really act like it's spring. Today is more or less perfection, complete with tornado watch. Days like this remind me what I love about Nebraska, and the tiniest things I'll miss whenever I manage to leave. It's been like that a lot lately. Snow days, rainy days (sunday)...I love to look out the window and sort of hang out..."inclement" weather in general is amazing sometimes. Too bad I tend to think about that too much, when I do.
If you're wondering why I'm suddenly cheery...well, I've been very moody of late. Maybe I'm pregnant.
Also, we just finished Wittgenstein in Seminar today, and, much as I love him, I'm glad to see it go. Presentation went well, on the whole. I hate writing in paragraph form, and doing so was almost impossible. It doesn't help that Wittgenstein doesn't do it either. I guess you can do what you want when you're quite insane/obsessed, as he was. The world demands sanity via organization. Good thing Adam M went beyond proliffic on this one, and that his organization stretched across most of it. I really slipped into the background, but had I been fully in charge I would've had much more to say. It just wouldn't have made sense.
Well, that's out of my system. I'm beyond glad that was my second discussion piece. The semester has one less tool to stress me out.
The plan:
today: nap, study a bit, maybe speaker, & the bar under Michael's/M's pub for cheap thrills.
tomorrow: early morning speaker, school, phil. roundtable, work, sleep
saturday: phil. conference & Ora's paper on fight club, commercialism, alienation, and dildos. then I might go home. home home.
sunday: eisley! concert, maybe w/ Rachel M. neat...
tonight, again, I'll be going out (I think) with the philo majors who've banded together with me. I'm reminded of last year, when I finally got to know Kurt and Anthony a little bit. Those were the days. These are the days. I need to socialize more, more often. And maybe play racquetball, tennis, even play catch. Maybe I'll start running in the mornings. I can think of several people I'm unlikely to see two months from now, maybe ever again. That's strange, but it adds meaning somehow. I think maybe I'll go senior weeking.