why isnt anyone online at 4:00 am? Losers.
This is supposed to be a short one. Its three minutes to my bedtime--- meaning four in the morning. Semi-nocturnal, I swear it. I never see the sun, so I'm pale. I wake up past noon, and I get drowsy mid-day (like everyone else) around 10 pm.
Uneventful afternoon, I must say. This evening I went and helped the lady who gives me fudge pack up half of her house into boxes. Shes only redoing her downstairs, and she has SO MUCH STUFF therefore motivating me to declare that I am never moving, ever. At least not after I've spent more than three years accumulating shit in the same place... and man do I accumulate shit. My disorganization requires that I simply do not throw things out, therefore preventing accidentally throwing other things out that I might need later on.
I promised a certain boy that I would say something incriminating in my livejournal about him, to prove that he will in fact read it (and yell at me for putting him in it). So, here goes.... ******** loves cats, kittens, and all cute little pets. He talks to his own three cats, and my cat, in baby voices, and always tries to get my cat to jump up on his lap. He also (and this is a shocker) has the capacity to smile. And he sucks at Life. The game... Im not THAT mean, though the kitten barb might have cut it a little close.
I talked to the great Trubedour last night on skype, in Taiwan--- fascinating tidbit for the evening- plug headphones into the microphone jack and they work as microphones. Kudos to whoever originally told me that.
I leave for Charlotte on friday, spending Christmas, or the first few days of Hannukah if you want to be religiously correct, with my sister. I love Emily and all, but honestly, 14 hours straight in the car with my parents and a dog who wants you to scratch her butt for the full 14 is not my idea of fun. (I should specify, by butt I mean the area of her back right before her tail. I dont molest my dog. Ew.)
My parents went and got some books on tape from the library for me, because I cant read in the car without getting carsick. My dad got this one book simply because it has the word philosophy in it and Im a phil major. Now, I love that my dad is interested in my life etc blah blah, but every time he thinks something has to do with Philosophy he sends it my way, and I've realized my dad thinks that Philosophy is anything that involves rational thinking. A political debate, apparently falls under logic. Anything with the word "theoretically" or any of its forms-- Philosophy. Most of the time he thinks everything is Logic... anything with an argument. I dont have the heart or patience to keep trying to explain what formal logic IS.
Ah crap, its now 12 minutes past my bedtime... and I have a dentist appt early in the morning... 1:00
night all
(all 1 person who reads this (RACHEL))
Uneventful afternoon, I must say. This evening I went and helped the lady who gives me fudge pack up half of her house into boxes. Shes only redoing her downstairs, and she has SO MUCH STUFF therefore motivating me to declare that I am never moving, ever. At least not after I've spent more than three years accumulating shit in the same place... and man do I accumulate shit. My disorganization requires that I simply do not throw things out, therefore preventing accidentally throwing other things out that I might need later on.
I promised a certain boy that I would say something incriminating in my livejournal about him, to prove that he will in fact read it (and yell at me for putting him in it). So, here goes.... ******** loves cats, kittens, and all cute little pets. He talks to his own three cats, and my cat, in baby voices, and always tries to get my cat to jump up on his lap. He also (and this is a shocker) has the capacity to smile. And he sucks at Life. The game... Im not THAT mean, though the kitten barb might have cut it a little close.
I talked to the great Trubedour last night on skype, in Taiwan--- fascinating tidbit for the evening- plug headphones into the microphone jack and they work as microphones. Kudos to whoever originally told me that.
I leave for Charlotte on friday, spending Christmas, or the first few days of Hannukah if you want to be religiously correct, with my sister. I love Emily and all, but honestly, 14 hours straight in the car with my parents and a dog who wants you to scratch her butt for the full 14 is not my idea of fun. (I should specify, by butt I mean the area of her back right before her tail. I dont molest my dog. Ew.)
My parents went and got some books on tape from the library for me, because I cant read in the car without getting carsick. My dad got this one book simply because it has the word philosophy in it and Im a phil major. Now, I love that my dad is interested in my life etc blah blah, but every time he thinks something has to do with Philosophy he sends it my way, and I've realized my dad thinks that Philosophy is anything that involves rational thinking. A political debate, apparently falls under logic. Anything with the word "theoretically" or any of its forms-- Philosophy. Most of the time he thinks everything is Logic... anything with an argument. I dont have the heart or patience to keep trying to explain what formal logic IS.
Ah crap, its now 12 minutes past my bedtime... and I have a dentist appt early in the morning... 1:00
night all
(all 1 person who reads this (RACHEL))