On habits, and to procrastinate
This entry won't be meat and potatoes. Those entries are much rarer than that; despite a long absence, I doubt you'll have any anytime soon. This may be good, and it may be bad. It's good in the sense that you won't see my WHINEjournal on your friends page for a while...because well, I won't be whining for a while. It's bad because that whining helps me vent. True, there are better ways, but as of right now, I need that venting.
I do very little of that. The internalization of all things good and bad, of all things, literally, ain't cool. I need not just hit the gym (in the colloquial sense), but also eat prunes --both in the literal sense and in the emotional sense.
I haven't been overly focused on my mental being. I wonder about that. Am I truly so busy that I am neglecting myself? Or have are the demons in the past? Demons are never dead; they may be conquered, but never dead for nothing is created and nothing dies. This I believe. If nothing dies, then, what are the consequences of this debate and of structuring it with this syntax and this vocabulary? GAH! Too much pseudo-intellectualism for pedantic, self-reflective prose. Passing to fair work.
Another weekend and another opportunity to catch-up or rest. Too bad I never do either. Perpetually behind and perpetually tired. That's the story of the 2006-2007 school year.
Death bothers me. I feel sorry for my aunt and her family and how they are suffering right now with the loss of a loved one. I hate it when family dies, no matter how distant. Nearly 6 years ago, my grandfather died. Death is so weird. It's like clocking out of work forever, or graduating, so final. But yet, because someone else will have to clock in and someone else will have to matriculate through the system, it's so weird. Why are humans so full of attachment?
On the other hand, my sister's job makes me happy.
I need to go grocery shopping. What do I buy? I wish I knew how to eat properly. No, seriously. Why don't I?
I've got to stop asking questions if I'm not even gonna begin to answer them or take proper recourse.
My Russian professor came up with a perfect metaphor that the way he first said it was incredibly awkward, but it's very good at capturing the generalizations in my life. Good to very good work, Bill. The metaphor [paraphrased]: for example, signing up for a class is like buying a bottle of vitamins. Showing up and buying the books is like opening the bottle...but not taking the pill. Taking the pill comes from doing the work and taking notes. But honestly, how many of us ever take the pill?
I know I'd take the pill. But it's for females. And now an entry on nothing became an entry about something. Too bad it's over.
I do very little of that. The internalization of all things good and bad, of all things, literally, ain't cool. I need not just hit the gym (in the colloquial sense), but also eat prunes --both in the literal sense and in the emotional sense.
I haven't been overly focused on my mental being. I wonder about that. Am I truly so busy that I am neglecting myself? Or have are the demons in the past? Demons are never dead; they may be conquered, but never dead for nothing is created and nothing dies. This I believe. If nothing dies, then, what are the consequences of this debate and of structuring it with this syntax and this vocabulary? GAH! Too much pseudo-intellectualism for pedantic, self-reflective prose. Passing to fair work.
Another weekend and another opportunity to catch-up or rest. Too bad I never do either. Perpetually behind and perpetually tired. That's the story of the 2006-2007 school year.
Death bothers me. I feel sorry for my aunt and her family and how they are suffering right now with the loss of a loved one. I hate it when family dies, no matter how distant. Nearly 6 years ago, my grandfather died. Death is so weird. It's like clocking out of work forever, or graduating, so final. But yet, because someone else will have to clock in and someone else will have to matriculate through the system, it's so weird. Why are humans so full of attachment?
On the other hand, my sister's job makes me happy.
I need to go grocery shopping. What do I buy? I wish I knew how to eat properly. No, seriously. Why don't I?
I've got to stop asking questions if I'm not even gonna begin to answer them or take proper recourse.
My Russian professor came up with a perfect metaphor that the way he first said it was incredibly awkward, but it's very good at capturing the generalizations in my life. Good to very good work, Bill. The metaphor [paraphrased]: for example, signing up for a class is like buying a bottle of vitamins. Showing up and buying the books is like opening the bottle...but not taking the pill. Taking the pill comes from doing the work and taking notes. But honestly, how many of us ever take the pill?
I know I'd take the pill. But it's for females. And now an entry on nothing became an entry about something. Too bad it's over.