ruminations on a late night
It feels like it's been a long time since I stayed up this late. Certainly it's been a long time since I stayed up this late because I wanted to, and not because I was trying to finish homework or reading at the last minute, cramming for a test, sleepless (though that one's fairly rare for me), or unhappy and moping and staying awake to avoid something. It's a welcome reversion.
Phyllis has been gone this weekend in San Jose, as she had surgery on her arm (which was broken and then healed incorrectly) today. I think she's coming home somewhere near Valentine's day but I'm not sure.
Speaking of Valentine's day, this is the first one I'll ever have spent with a real valentine. That's also welcome. I'm feeling much more optimistic about the holiday this year than I was last. I even have supplies and ideas for valentine cards for my friends. Hopefully I'll also have the time and the motivation to follow up on those leads.
I'm really, really liking my computer science class, even though math and my brain have a fundamental disconnect somewhere in their network's wiring. When I'm just writing algorithms or programs, I'm golden, and I love it. When I have to calculate runtimes, things are not so smooth. Nathan helped me with my last lab because he's less math clueless than I.
I actually get excited when I realize that tomorrow is a Tuesday or Thursday because it means I have computer science. Crazy. School isn't supposed to be a high like that.
Last week I was on my way home from downtown by bus when I noticed a guitar stuck in the top branches of a tree near the road. After I got home and Nathan got off work I commissioned him to help me and we went back and spent two hours slipping in mud, building a lasso out of a stick and a hollow metal pole and the rope I had in my truck, evading police, and poking around to get it out -- successfully, in the end. It's certainly a piece of work, filthy and stringless and going to pieces, but I consider it a treasure and the whole adventure was a lot of fun. Actually, now that it's been in my room for a while instead of outside in the fog and the rain, the wood that was peeling up has started to flatten back down. I wonder if it's not salvageable after all? I suppose when I get back to Sacramento I'll have David or Uncle Kurt (both big guitar nerds) take a look at it and tell me what they think.
I found some stuff when I was downtown today, too. The first thing was a pair of brown pants that were thrown on a bush. They look like nice pants, despite the fact that they were abandoned and wet and, I discovered later, had a spider in them. Probably too big for me. But hey! Pants.
I also found a little bite-sized book of Bible quotes on a seat in the bus when I got on to come back to campus. It's just like one that I found last quarter in a gutter near Long's Drugs, only that one was in Spanish and this one is in English. I like this place because I find neat stuff.
Things have been looking up lately. *knocks on wood*
Phyllis has been gone this weekend in San Jose, as she had surgery on her arm (which was broken and then healed incorrectly) today. I think she's coming home somewhere near Valentine's day but I'm not sure.
Speaking of Valentine's day, this is the first one I'll ever have spent with a real valentine. That's also welcome. I'm feeling much more optimistic about the holiday this year than I was last. I even have supplies and ideas for valentine cards for my friends. Hopefully I'll also have the time and the motivation to follow up on those leads.
I'm really, really liking my computer science class, even though math and my brain have a fundamental disconnect somewhere in their network's wiring. When I'm just writing algorithms or programs, I'm golden, and I love it. When I have to calculate runtimes, things are not so smooth. Nathan helped me with my last lab because he's less math clueless than I.
I actually get excited when I realize that tomorrow is a Tuesday or Thursday because it means I have computer science. Crazy. School isn't supposed to be a high like that.
Last week I was on my way home from downtown by bus when I noticed a guitar stuck in the top branches of a tree near the road. After I got home and Nathan got off work I commissioned him to help me and we went back and spent two hours slipping in mud, building a lasso out of a stick and a hollow metal pole and the rope I had in my truck, evading police, and poking around to get it out -- successfully, in the end. It's certainly a piece of work, filthy and stringless and going to pieces, but I consider it a treasure and the whole adventure was a lot of fun. Actually, now that it's been in my room for a while instead of outside in the fog and the rain, the wood that was peeling up has started to flatten back down. I wonder if it's not salvageable after all? I suppose when I get back to Sacramento I'll have David or Uncle Kurt (both big guitar nerds) take a look at it and tell me what they think.
I found some stuff when I was downtown today, too. The first thing was a pair of brown pants that were thrown on a bush. They look like nice pants, despite the fact that they were abandoned and wet and, I discovered later, had a spider in them. Probably too big for me. But hey! Pants.
I also found a little bite-sized book of Bible quotes on a seat in the bus when I got on to come back to campus. It's just like one that I found last quarter in a gutter near Long's Drugs, only that one was in Spanish and this one is in English. I like this place because I find neat stuff.
Things have been looking up lately. *knocks on wood*