And I miss you, too.
Despite my usual venemous aversion to personality tests, I just took a test that determined whose philosophy of life is closest to mine.
Immanuel Kant.
Is anybody else out there saying to themselves, "WHAT???"
Apparently I have little in common with Aquinas and Augustine. My my. I just don't know. Maybe it has something to do with my desire to make choices on philosophy for myself, but my refusal to make choices for the universal population. But still. KANT?
So I have eaten three meals today, and yesterday. I slept enough, I guess. I slept through Lois's class because I was up too late doing the reading for it. Gah. I don't know about this responsibility stuff. It is really hard to keep a good academic schedule that includes food and rest. Basically, I have time EITHER to do the work OR to go to class. I haven't missed my seminar yet, though. Good girl. The pretty boy wasn't there. Oh well.
Just in case anyone is wondering about my eating habits, I am not going to eat three meals tomorrow, as it is Ash Wednesday. I shall, then, eat one. But I am allowed to have liquids and stuff, so I'll have tea and cranberry juice in between.
Does anyone know how to clean out all the dust and stuff that falls into the cracks of your keyboard? It is getting yucky.
I dislike reading. It takes me two hours to read a chapter that is about thirty pages long. I mean, it is dense and all, but no one else reads that slowly. It gets frustrating. Not to mention the fact that Mister John Crossan pisses me off, with all of his Thatness but not Whatness of Jesus, and all the rejection of the historical information just because it is found only in the Gospels, whereas HIS information comes from a rather shady historical feller. Only one. And THAT is good research? Still, he is a smart cookie. He's coming to speak at Amherst College, but I can't go because I have a class that ends at the moment the lecture begins. There is a whole lecture series. They are ALL on Thursdays at 4:30. Unfair, let me tell you. I have missed so many interesting lectures in my life.
I get to give a presentation next week all about Crossan's scrutiny of Mark. Should be interesting.
I miss my family. I hope my sisters come over after rehearsal tomorrow. It's weird not seeing them twice a week like last semester.
I also miss sculpting clay. I miss it a LOT. Why the heck does sculpting have a prerequisite? I have no desire to draw naked people and I have no desire to cut out pieces of paper to make pictures. I just want to stand around in my bare feet, molding and shaping and squishing and pulling. I have all these nifty clay tools, too.
And I miss my friends who decided it would be a good idea to leave the state or the country. Especially Jill and Lisa and Sonnet and Toby. Little Toby. Though I actually miss Big Toby now, too, despite all his flaws. He's probably the only person I know who is inclined to shout "YAY GOD" at random times, though I suppose I don't know many people in ECC. Had a brief chat with Trevor today, which happens rarely as I am slightly terrified of him. He told me that he liked God. He didn't know if he BELIEVED in God, but he likes Him. It's cool. I kinda like that perspective.
Okay, enough. The language of the Boot calls.
Immanuel Kant.
Is anybody else out there saying to themselves, "WHAT???"
Apparently I have little in common with Aquinas and Augustine. My my. I just don't know. Maybe it has something to do with my desire to make choices on philosophy for myself, but my refusal to make choices for the universal population. But still. KANT?
So I have eaten three meals today, and yesterday. I slept enough, I guess. I slept through Lois's class because I was up too late doing the reading for it. Gah. I don't know about this responsibility stuff. It is really hard to keep a good academic schedule that includes food and rest. Basically, I have time EITHER to do the work OR to go to class. I haven't missed my seminar yet, though. Good girl. The pretty boy wasn't there. Oh well.
Just in case anyone is wondering about my eating habits, I am not going to eat three meals tomorrow, as it is Ash Wednesday. I shall, then, eat one. But I am allowed to have liquids and stuff, so I'll have tea and cranberry juice in between.
Does anyone know how to clean out all the dust and stuff that falls into the cracks of your keyboard? It is getting yucky.
I dislike reading. It takes me two hours to read a chapter that is about thirty pages long. I mean, it is dense and all, but no one else reads that slowly. It gets frustrating. Not to mention the fact that Mister John Crossan pisses me off, with all of his Thatness but not Whatness of Jesus, and all the rejection of the historical information just because it is found only in the Gospels, whereas HIS information comes from a rather shady historical feller. Only one. And THAT is good research? Still, he is a smart cookie. He's coming to speak at Amherst College, but I can't go because I have a class that ends at the moment the lecture begins. There is a whole lecture series. They are ALL on Thursdays at 4:30. Unfair, let me tell you. I have missed so many interesting lectures in my life.
I get to give a presentation next week all about Crossan's scrutiny of Mark. Should be interesting.
I miss my family. I hope my sisters come over after rehearsal tomorrow. It's weird not seeing them twice a week like last semester.
I also miss sculpting clay. I miss it a LOT. Why the heck does sculpting have a prerequisite? I have no desire to draw naked people and I have no desire to cut out pieces of paper to make pictures. I just want to stand around in my bare feet, molding and shaping and squishing and pulling. I have all these nifty clay tools, too.
And I miss my friends who decided it would be a good idea to leave the state or the country. Especially Jill and Lisa and Sonnet and Toby. Little Toby. Though I actually miss Big Toby now, too, despite all his flaws. He's probably the only person I know who is inclined to shout "YAY GOD" at random times, though I suppose I don't know many people in ECC. Had a brief chat with Trevor today, which happens rarely as I am slightly terrified of him. He told me that he liked God. He didn't know if he BELIEVED in God, but he likes Him. It's cool. I kinda like that perspective.
Okay, enough. The language of the Boot calls.