Days Before Disney
Ah, what a night to be writing, it’s one in the morning on a Sunday Night and by all accounts I ought to be sleeping or at the very least be doing something productive and instead I am sitting here, listening to music, and typing in my little journal. I suppose that’s a bit productive, or at least slightly more productive than sitting here and doing nothing.
It’s been a decent weekend. That’s the first word that popped into my head when trying to evaluate the past three days: decent. Started off a bit dull, picked up towards the end, and had a nice decrescendo. I think I’m about ready to go home for Thanksgiving now, see my family, my friends from back home, and not to mention my kitties. Fortunately I am a scant three days until Disney World and a slightly longer eight days until I go home. For those of you who are Jewish and have a sense of irony (and really, I’m being redundant there), I’m roughly one Chanukah from heading home. On Tuesday night, I was waiting for food before the IRHC General Assembly meeting, and talking to Sara V.A. in line. All of a sudden she said something to the effect of “Oh we’re spending a whole weekend in Disney World!” and I was filled with a somewhat inexplicable sense of joy. I think it’s safe to say I’m in need of getting away. I also think that this little working vacation will do me good. I think that I may have grown too entrenched in my routine; familiarity breeds contempt. However, that just makes the prospect of spending a weekend in Orlando with a few friends all the more attractive. They do call it the happiest place on Earth after all.
I have only been to Disney World once. I was fairly young and it was their 25th anniversary, so I’m sure if I looked hard enough I could give you an exact date, but really, why? The highlights were 1. Getting autographs from Mickey, Donald, etc. or at least the people wearing unbearably hot costumes 2. Space mountain, which had to be the coolest thing little elementary school Andrew had experienced and 3. Eating lunch in the magical castle that you immediately think of when you picture Disney World. There you go.
But I digress, it’s quite time for me to break out, but I still have to go through the a few more days before I hop on a plane to the House of Mouse, and so it’s important that I don’t get ahead of myself. A few days ago I received the prompt for the paper in Civil Liberties, tomorrow I’ll get the prompt for the second paper in Ethics, and on Tuesday I’ll receive the prompt for the assignment in Central Problems in Philosophy, so I will have plenty on my plate. I do not, however, intend to let all that keep me from enjoying myself over the trip or over Thanksgiving break.
Saturday Night I went and shot some pool with Heep, Karan, Nick, Karol, Karol’s friends Chris and Patrycja, and one of Heep’s friends from his fraternity. The highlights of the night are as follows. As soon as we walked into the pool hall, which was reasonably ghetto to begin with, two guys got into a pretty intense brawl over who had lost a particular game of pool. Of course the management of this establishment was a tiny and elderly Asian woman who was in no position to intervene. Eventually, their friends broke up the fight, curses were thrown, epithets spoken, and they went their separate ways. Heep had the line of the night when he said, “You’re the man, Justin!” “His name is Chris,” Karol quickly corrected him, to which Heep promptly retorted, “You’re the man Chris!’ Good stuff. Karol’s friend Patrycja was acting fairly strange the whole night, and as we were walking back, she was about two seconds away from being hit by a car, and would have been if I hadn’t pushed her along. Yeesh. Prior to leaving for the pool hall, we were all chilling in Heep’s room and shooting the breeze. All-in-all, everything was very chill.
This past Wednesday (the 8th) it did nothing but rain. I feel the need to point that out because I was feeling generally miserable that day, quite possibly because of said rain, and had intended to write a journal entry about it. Unfortunately I was too beleaguered and ill after trudging through downpours and walking into rooms looking like a drowned rat all day, that I had neither the energy nor the dryness required for typing on a laptop. So yes, it rained-all-day. I woke up in the morning, looked out my window, and it was raining. I walked to class, it was raining. I walked to my office hours, it was raining. I walked to another class, it was raining. You get the picture. It was even raining in the video game Karol and I were playing! It’s the Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker for those of you who are curious. Yes, I know, we’re both so lame playing video games. I don’t know, I was just so down the whole day. It’s the quintessential pathetic fallacy: every time it rains, it makes you sad, so you confuse cause and effect and assume that when you’re sad it rains. I will making the sweeping and vague generalization that many of the problems in human history are due in whole or in part to confusing cause and effect. Such profundity, I know. Fortunately, it’s been relatively mild up here since then, so not be ironic or punny, but the clouds had a silver lining, literally and metaphorically.
There’s a lot more I could talk about here. It’s put up or shut up time for the Democrats over the next two years. I saw Stranger than Fiction tonight; it’s a well-crafted movie that raised some interesting points. My life, my love, myself, they’re all ever-changing and worth mentioning, but I’m worn out and need to rest up for the three-day stretch before my constitutional, so I will leave you to wait and wonder. Goodnight everybody.
It’s been a decent weekend. That’s the first word that popped into my head when trying to evaluate the past three days: decent. Started off a bit dull, picked up towards the end, and had a nice decrescendo. I think I’m about ready to go home for Thanksgiving now, see my family, my friends from back home, and not to mention my kitties. Fortunately I am a scant three days until Disney World and a slightly longer eight days until I go home. For those of you who are Jewish and have a sense of irony (and really, I’m being redundant there), I’m roughly one Chanukah from heading home. On Tuesday night, I was waiting for food before the IRHC General Assembly meeting, and talking to Sara V.A. in line. All of a sudden she said something to the effect of “Oh we’re spending a whole weekend in Disney World!” and I was filled with a somewhat inexplicable sense of joy. I think it’s safe to say I’m in need of getting away. I also think that this little working vacation will do me good. I think that I may have grown too entrenched in my routine; familiarity breeds contempt. However, that just makes the prospect of spending a weekend in Orlando with a few friends all the more attractive. They do call it the happiest place on Earth after all.
I have only been to Disney World once. I was fairly young and it was their 25th anniversary, so I’m sure if I looked hard enough I could give you an exact date, but really, why? The highlights were 1. Getting autographs from Mickey, Donald, etc. or at least the people wearing unbearably hot costumes 2. Space mountain, which had to be the coolest thing little elementary school Andrew had experienced and 3. Eating lunch in the magical castle that you immediately think of when you picture Disney World. There you go.
But I digress, it’s quite time for me to break out, but I still have to go through the a few more days before I hop on a plane to the House of Mouse, and so it’s important that I don’t get ahead of myself. A few days ago I received the prompt for the paper in Civil Liberties, tomorrow I’ll get the prompt for the second paper in Ethics, and on Tuesday I’ll receive the prompt for the assignment in Central Problems in Philosophy, so I will have plenty on my plate. I do not, however, intend to let all that keep me from enjoying myself over the trip or over Thanksgiving break.
Saturday Night I went and shot some pool with Heep, Karan, Nick, Karol, Karol’s friends Chris and Patrycja, and one of Heep’s friends from his fraternity. The highlights of the night are as follows. As soon as we walked into the pool hall, which was reasonably ghetto to begin with, two guys got into a pretty intense brawl over who had lost a particular game of pool. Of course the management of this establishment was a tiny and elderly Asian woman who was in no position to intervene. Eventually, their friends broke up the fight, curses were thrown, epithets spoken, and they went their separate ways. Heep had the line of the night when he said, “You’re the man, Justin!” “His name is Chris,” Karol quickly corrected him, to which Heep promptly retorted, “You’re the man Chris!’ Good stuff. Karol’s friend Patrycja was acting fairly strange the whole night, and as we were walking back, she was about two seconds away from being hit by a car, and would have been if I hadn’t pushed her along. Yeesh. Prior to leaving for the pool hall, we were all chilling in Heep’s room and shooting the breeze. All-in-all, everything was very chill.
This past Wednesday (the 8th) it did nothing but rain. I feel the need to point that out because I was feeling generally miserable that day, quite possibly because of said rain, and had intended to write a journal entry about it. Unfortunately I was too beleaguered and ill after trudging through downpours and walking into rooms looking like a drowned rat all day, that I had neither the energy nor the dryness required for typing on a laptop. So yes, it rained-all-day. I woke up in the morning, looked out my window, and it was raining. I walked to class, it was raining. I walked to my office hours, it was raining. I walked to another class, it was raining. You get the picture. It was even raining in the video game Karol and I were playing! It’s the Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker for those of you who are curious. Yes, I know, we’re both so lame playing video games. I don’t know, I was just so down the whole day. It’s the quintessential pathetic fallacy: every time it rains, it makes you sad, so you confuse cause and effect and assume that when you’re sad it rains. I will making the sweeping and vague generalization that many of the problems in human history are due in whole or in part to confusing cause and effect. Such profundity, I know. Fortunately, it’s been relatively mild up here since then, so not be ironic or punny, but the clouds had a silver lining, literally and metaphorically.
There’s a lot more I could talk about here. It’s put up or shut up time for the Democrats over the next two years. I saw Stranger than Fiction tonight; it’s a well-crafted movie that raised some interesting points. My life, my love, myself, they’re all ever-changing and worth mentioning, but I’m worn out and need to rest up for the three-day stretch before my constitutional, so I will leave you to wait and wonder. Goodnight everybody.