my focus is not narrow enough for a subject
i had an awesome 80 minute workout last night. i can feel my body getting stronger each time, specifically my lungs and my level of indurance increasing during cardio. afterwards i hung around the house enjoying the fact that it was friday night and there isn't anywhere i have to go this weekend.
yesterday i spent with my mom. we studied and watched the news for a couple of hours. msnbc. the news is always on there. always. that is not an exaggeration. unless animal planet is on. anyway, some absolutely revolting things are going on..and while i 'spose that's not unusual, it's incredibly sad. what pushes people to do the things that they do. what does it take for someone to make the decision to kill someone and then execute it. and why do newscasters feel it necessary to repeat themselves 12 times in five minutes. it's like: "We fucking heard you already!" but they just keep going on as though they're robots, they are not able to think or feel and take action. they just sit in front of a camera and playback the same 5 sentences of news about three stories over and over and over. what a mind-numbing job. i would not wish for that job...making a career out of detachment.
i'm guessing all of that is explanation for why i slept horribly last night, dreaming weird dreams and repeatedly waking up disoriented. it's not fun to wake up in a dark, empty house like that. my anxiety level was very high. and without any caffeine in my system...verrry weeirrd.
because it is good to temper the bad with the good... i'm taking this course Editing and Publication. the goal is to create and distribute the school's yearly literary magazine. we decided to hold a poetry reading at the school and have come up with the idea of a rising of the dead poets theme...only the twist is, we're focusing on dead female poets. the feminist in me is entirely giddy!
yesterday i spent with my mom. we studied and watched the news for a couple of hours. msnbc. the news is always on there. always. that is not an exaggeration. unless animal planet is on. anyway, some absolutely revolting things are going on..and while i 'spose that's not unusual, it's incredibly sad. what pushes people to do the things that they do. what does it take for someone to make the decision to kill someone and then execute it. and why do newscasters feel it necessary to repeat themselves 12 times in five minutes. it's like: "We fucking heard you already!" but they just keep going on as though they're robots, they are not able to think or feel and take action. they just sit in front of a camera and playback the same 5 sentences of news about three stories over and over and over. what a mind-numbing job. i would not wish for that job...making a career out of detachment.
i'm guessing all of that is explanation for why i slept horribly last night, dreaming weird dreams and repeatedly waking up disoriented. it's not fun to wake up in a dark, empty house like that. my anxiety level was very high. and without any caffeine in my system...verrry weeirrd.
because it is good to temper the bad with the good... i'm taking this course Editing and Publication. the goal is to create and distribute the school's yearly literary magazine. we decided to hold a poetry reading at the school and have come up with the idea of a rising of the dead poets theme...only the twist is, we're focusing on dead female poets. the feminist in me is entirely giddy!