captain's log, entry number 1,282
Here am I am, unable to compose a proper thought. Sure, the motivation and "skill" are there, but the actual transference of pictures and words and the abstract to concrete words, phrases, and sentences, is quite challenging.
We went to Tuolumne last night. It was an okay trip. I got to play Spanish 21 and 6-deck and 3 card poker, but, sadly, I did not "hit the big one" nor did I come home with money. I had some spurts of luck, but not much. There were no skirmishes between the folks, and we had our usual lovely conversations there and back.
Yesterday, all in all, was a moderately busy day. I woke up, did some Spanish, took a shower, saw my brother-in-law, went to the Dentist, helped with dinner, and, of course, went to Black Oak. Not a bad day. I enjoyed the spaghetti father and I made. The sauce was especially good.
I do find it peculiar that when confronted with a 140 character limit, I can prattle on seemingly endlessly; however, when I am left to my own devices, to blank pages or monitors, I choke. I freeze. It is really quite inconvenient.
(Side note: I am being distracted by the BBW library worker; she's blonde, busty, curves in all the right places. Unfortunately, she does have a vacant look in her eye and doesn't seem to be the brightest crayon in the box, based on my interactions with her this and last semester).
Where was I? Oh yes. I wish I had a way of picking topics or themes on which to write or address. I should try writing about my parents and my friends; I worry that the prose would be overly judgemental, or perhaps overly sentimental, and thus if found, cause innumerable problems for me.
I've always said, if you want to keep it secret, keep it to the confines of the human brain. Unforch, the brain often lies and cheats, thus making it hard to rely on it. But words lie. Everything can be distorted.
In the end, we're just sad sacks of chemicals (well, I am anyways) that change and fluctuate without much rhyme or reason. But I suppose that makes sense; for isn't reason a contrivance of a proposed equilibrium that may or may not exist?
either way, I have half an hour before I need to go to the classroom and over half an hour of Spanish to do. There never seems to be enough time....
We went to Tuolumne last night. It was an okay trip. I got to play Spanish 21 and 6-deck and 3 card poker, but, sadly, I did not "hit the big one" nor did I come home with money. I had some spurts of luck, but not much. There were no skirmishes between the folks, and we had our usual lovely conversations there and back.
Yesterday, all in all, was a moderately busy day. I woke up, did some Spanish, took a shower, saw my brother-in-law, went to the Dentist, helped with dinner, and, of course, went to Black Oak. Not a bad day. I enjoyed the spaghetti father and I made. The sauce was especially good.
I do find it peculiar that when confronted with a 140 character limit, I can prattle on seemingly endlessly; however, when I am left to my own devices, to blank pages or monitors, I choke. I freeze. It is really quite inconvenient.
(Side note: I am being distracted by the BBW library worker; she's blonde, busty, curves in all the right places. Unfortunately, she does have a vacant look in her eye and doesn't seem to be the brightest crayon in the box, based on my interactions with her this and last semester).
Where was I? Oh yes. I wish I had a way of picking topics or themes on which to write or address. I should try writing about my parents and my friends; I worry that the prose would be overly judgemental, or perhaps overly sentimental, and thus if found, cause innumerable problems for me.
I've always said, if you want to keep it secret, keep it to the confines of the human brain. Unforch, the brain often lies and cheats, thus making it hard to rely on it. But words lie. Everything can be distorted.
In the end, we're just sad sacks of chemicals (well, I am anyways) that change and fluctuate without much rhyme or reason. But I suppose that makes sense; for isn't reason a contrivance of a proposed equilibrium that may or may not exist?
either way, I have half an hour before I need to go to the classroom and over half an hour of Spanish to do. There never seems to be enough time....