The Endless Slumber
It's amazing how much cooler working four hours in one day is than working eight. I took off early today so that I could stop by Georgia Tech and talk to someone about my schedule for next semester. I tried regsitering for a class, but it wouldn't let me as I didn't meet the prerequisites. Even though I did. As it turns out, since I am a transfer student, my classes show up differently than what Tech lists as required classes. Two that transferred over are equivalent to one I need, but they still show up as the two different classes. Lovely. My advisor was nice enough, though, to add those two classes to the list of accepted prerequisites, so now everything is gravy.
Next semester is approaching fast. I'm not sure how I feel about that. In some ways I want it to be here, and in other ways I want it to disappear forever. Sometimes I just want to curl up into a ball and sleep forever. Not permanently, mind you, but forever. Sleep brings me hope and feeling, even though most of the time I don't remember what happens in my thoughtful drifting through the vastness that is my subconscious. It's warm, and comforting. And when I do remember my dreams, they usually bring a smile to my face.
Sometimes I wonder how much - wow, that is so cool. The cursor as I type, well, it doesn't blink while I type, but if I sit and watch it fade in and out of existence, it matches the beat of this song perfectly. So rare does that happen. I try to see things like that all the time, mostly in the flashing of automobile blinkers, and I've yet to ever see two blinking at the same rate. This is truly amazing.
As I was saying: sometimes I wonder how much I lead myself on, in my hopeful, dream-filled state. I give people the benefit of the doubt, and probably trust people I don't know more than I should. I'm not quite gullible, but it's something along those lines. If I could cry, I would. I feel like it right now, and I'm not sure why. A wave of suck just washed over me. I haven't been able to shed a tear in years, the last time being about a year after my grandmother's death, I don't even know how many years ago. I was laying in my bed trying to sleep when I started thinking about what I had lost in the past. The main things that were on my mind were my father, my grandmother (Even though we weren't really all that close, she loved my father very much. His death broke her in more ways than I can imagine. Soon afterwards altzheimer's set in and things became very, very depressing.), and my dog, who was as old as I was up until 6th grade. I guess it's all part of the nostalgic aura that has been around me recently. Each day the tide brings in another old memory. Some good, some bad. Life was so much simpler back then.
But the world keeps turning.
I just watched television - something that I don't often do. I probably would watch more often, but I'm too lazy to watch television. That might not make much sense, and indeed it doesn't really, but allow me to explain. I don't have cable; there's a big 20 foot antenna outside that only has one input in the house, which is in the living room. The TV in my room has a small antenna that is roughly equivalent to two pipe cleaners stuck to a piece of metal. It sucks, and it sucks more at tuning in to television stations. I'd watch in the living room, but I already feel that I waste enough of my life doing nothing, and television is basically the pinnacle of such an activity.
28 Days was the movie. A very good movie, I might add. Sandra Bullock is a great actress, and plays her part well. Lost and trying to fix herself, as well as repair her relationship with her sister.
Next semester is approaching fast. I'm not sure how I feel about that. In some ways I want it to be here, and in other ways I want it to disappear forever. Sometimes I just want to curl up into a ball and sleep forever. Not permanently, mind you, but forever. Sleep brings me hope and feeling, even though most of the time I don't remember what happens in my thoughtful drifting through the vastness that is my subconscious. It's warm, and comforting. And when I do remember my dreams, they usually bring a smile to my face.
Sometimes I wonder how much - wow, that is so cool. The cursor as I type, well, it doesn't blink while I type, but if I sit and watch it fade in and out of existence, it matches the beat of this song perfectly. So rare does that happen. I try to see things like that all the time, mostly in the flashing of automobile blinkers, and I've yet to ever see two blinking at the same rate. This is truly amazing.
As I was saying: sometimes I wonder how much I lead myself on, in my hopeful, dream-filled state. I give people the benefit of the doubt, and probably trust people I don't know more than I should. I'm not quite gullible, but it's something along those lines. If I could cry, I would. I feel like it right now, and I'm not sure why. A wave of suck just washed over me. I haven't been able to shed a tear in years, the last time being about a year after my grandmother's death, I don't even know how many years ago. I was laying in my bed trying to sleep when I started thinking about what I had lost in the past. The main things that were on my mind were my father, my grandmother (Even though we weren't really all that close, she loved my father very much. His death broke her in more ways than I can imagine. Soon afterwards altzheimer's set in and things became very, very depressing.), and my dog, who was as old as I was up until 6th grade. I guess it's all part of the nostalgic aura that has been around me recently. Each day the tide brings in another old memory. Some good, some bad. Life was so much simpler back then.
But the world keeps turning.
I just watched television - something that I don't often do. I probably would watch more often, but I'm too lazy to watch television. That might not make much sense, and indeed it doesn't really, but allow me to explain. I don't have cable; there's a big 20 foot antenna outside that only has one input in the house, which is in the living room. The TV in my room has a small antenna that is roughly equivalent to two pipe cleaners stuck to a piece of metal. It sucks, and it sucks more at tuning in to television stations. I'd watch in the living room, but I already feel that I waste enough of my life doing nothing, and television is basically the pinnacle of such an activity.
28 Days was the movie. A very good movie, I might add. Sandra Bullock is a great actress, and plays her part well. Lost and trying to fix herself, as well as repair her relationship with her sister.