Heaven and School
Life is back to normal now. No more, the glamor and anticipation of my weekend getaway, I am back to working and sleeping long hours. Classes are beginning to wrap up, so I made a little wager with myself to go to the last two weeks of classes, no excuses no exceptions. We shall see how that goes, since the weather is getting quite nice out, and I have failed at these bets before.
Do you ever feel bad when you see someone waving but the person they are waving at doesnt reciprocate? Sometimes I feel like waving at them just so they dont have to go through the anguish.
As I said prior, I have been working a lot lately. Saturday, night was a travesty, the two biggest State fans/Rite Aid associates had to work during the big game. Sadly, it didnt matter anyway.
There are a ton of kids on campus today, kids like little tykes. Right now, as I type, there is a little boy next to me spinning in one of the computer chairs. When did I stop doing this and start feeling woozy watching it out of the corner of my eye?
I always feel a little bit odd when children are in my class, especially my philosophy classes because they are rarely PG and tackle subjects sure to make the kid ask mom and dad a million tricky questions. Ah, it reminds me of the time I went to the doctor's and asked the doctor for a lollipop out of the jar with colored condoms in it.
I think it's impossible for me to burn a cd that doesnt have at least one song on it that I will inevitably skip, no matter how badass it seemed when it made the cut.
For my lab today we have to check material that's on reserve out of the library. I think this is the stupidest most-pain-in-my-ass idea ever. I mean, really? Shouldnt all the information either be in my text, if not why didnt you pick a more thorough text that costs 190 dollars?
Lately, I have been feeling creative. Like maybe I would write a book. I am sure it will get stashed with the other creative ideas I have since abandoned, my blanket which is knitted crooked, my room which is only primed and not painted, and the collection of cds I was going to make that would be a soundtrack to my life.
What's with people lately using the excuse on me, "I didnt tell you cause I thought you would get mad?" Who am I to ever get mad!? I can only remember a few times, excluding my parents, that I really got pissed off. If anything I think I might be too lenient on my friends. As my old roommate summed up perfectly, " I could take a shit in Erica's bed and she wouldnt care." I would venture to even say that 90% of my being is me feeling a combination of nothing. I mean few things get me really worked up and when I get worked up I typically chalk it up to monthly patterns.
In philosophy we are discussing Heaven. What's in your Heaven? I think my heaven would have dogs that dont hump your leg or sniff your crotch. I would be able to make a cd with all songs worthy of listening through. And mainly, I think it would be a giant bed, where we could all spoon without getting in each other's space. Quaint aint it?
Do you ever feel bad when you see someone waving but the person they are waving at doesnt reciprocate? Sometimes I feel like waving at them just so they dont have to go through the anguish.
As I said prior, I have been working a lot lately. Saturday, night was a travesty, the two biggest State fans/Rite Aid associates had to work during the big game. Sadly, it didnt matter anyway.
There are a ton of kids on campus today, kids like little tykes. Right now, as I type, there is a little boy next to me spinning in one of the computer chairs. When did I stop doing this and start feeling woozy watching it out of the corner of my eye?
I always feel a little bit odd when children are in my class, especially my philosophy classes because they are rarely PG and tackle subjects sure to make the kid ask mom and dad a million tricky questions. Ah, it reminds me of the time I went to the doctor's and asked the doctor for a lollipop out of the jar with colored condoms in it.
I think it's impossible for me to burn a cd that doesnt have at least one song on it that I will inevitably skip, no matter how badass it seemed when it made the cut.
For my lab today we have to check material that's on reserve out of the library. I think this is the stupidest most-pain-in-my-ass idea ever. I mean, really? Shouldnt all the information either be in my text, if not why didnt you pick a more thorough text that costs 190 dollars?
Lately, I have been feeling creative. Like maybe I would write a book. I am sure it will get stashed with the other creative ideas I have since abandoned, my blanket which is knitted crooked, my room which is only primed and not painted, and the collection of cds I was going to make that would be a soundtrack to my life.
What's with people lately using the excuse on me, "I didnt tell you cause I thought you would get mad?" Who am I to ever get mad!? I can only remember a few times, excluding my parents, that I really got pissed off. If anything I think I might be too lenient on my friends. As my old roommate summed up perfectly, " I could take a shit in Erica's bed and she wouldnt care." I would venture to even say that 90% of my being is me feeling a combination of nothing. I mean few things get me really worked up and when I get worked up I typically chalk it up to monthly patterns.
In philosophy we are discussing Heaven. What's in your Heaven? I think my heaven would have dogs that dont hump your leg or sniff your crotch. I would be able to make a cd with all songs worthy of listening through. And mainly, I think it would be a giant bed, where we could all spoon without getting in each other's space. Quaint aint it?