Barroom Philosopher? Me!?
Well, I've been up here for a few weeks, and everything is going pretty well. I have all the Dr. Pepper I can drink, and I can have a fresh waffle every day. Those are some dang good waffles, too, btw. I can also play video games whenever I have free time, and I don't have to clean up my room. These are a few of the perks I have found in my time here so far. Oh, I'm sure there are other perks, I just have yet to find them. The food's not great, but it's far from bad. I learned that chocolate-chip pancakes are really good, and I even made some at home. They turned out rather well, in my humble opinion. I have accepted the fact that my roommates and I well never see eye-to-eye. They are football jocks, and while I am playing Vampire, Dragonshard, and Baldur's Gate; they are playing WWF:Smackdown, Madden '04, and other random sport/football games. I don't think we'll get along. It's not that we actively oppose each other, it's just that I leave them alone, and they leave me alone. I kinda feel like a remora. To a shark, the remora doesn't really do much that's interesting, but to the remora, the shark is a source of endless entertainment. They have the most (what's the opposite of intellectual?) conversations imaginable. I'm really glad I can talk to Re over AIM, because if I couldn't, there would be NO ONE with a decent vocabulary who I can converse with. At least not at a long-distance rate. So, yes. There you have it, weird is as weird does. If being weird means being like everyone else, I'd rather be weird. You laugh because I'm weird, I laugh because you're all the same. I could go on and on. But I am not saddened by my seemingly out-of-place residence; quite the opposite, actually; I revel in my oddity. I have a bamboo plant, I now have A vine plant sculpture made out of a kneaded eraser on the side of my monitor, and I have a chainmaille shirt under my bed. What more can I say? I am my own little island of Mikeness, as Re would say. I have definatly had a lot of time to think. Perhaps too much time. Is there such a thing as too much time to think? I know not. All that I know is that various people have very different opinions on life. As Falstaff from HenryIV would say, "Life is naught but friends, drink, and joyful times." That was not a direct quote, btw. But the other view of life is Hotspur's, where "Life is but duty. Tis harder than merryment, but alas, the rewards are much greater." I like to think that my life is somewhere in between. According to my ChemE professor, I have OCD in the fact that I compulsively arrive early, and leave late, and always have my homework done, or have questions ready to ask. I do not believe this is a bad thing, but I also play my computer games a good portion of my free time. I do not believe that either is good nor bad, but the truth of the matter is that they exist. I am also reading a book relating to the battle versus Order and Chaos. Perhaps I should lighten my reading. I think my choice of books may be perhaps a bit too philosophical. Perhaps, perhaps naught. As Arthur said, "I know not what I will do or who I will become, only what I am." I think that's my philosophy on life right now. I'm not too overly concerned about the future, aside from the immediate, of course. Like, for example, the shower floor BADLY needs cleaned. I think I shall do that in the immediate future, as I am now relatively awake. I know not what caused such insomnia, but alas, tis not my decision to make. However, I have no homework on the morrow, so I can sleep in. Yes, I am falling back into Olde English as well as contemporary. Oh, well. *shrug* But, as I think I have typed enough right now, I think I'll work on the shower. I can't help but think that I typed all of this and said nothing. I don't know. Although I am in an introspective and philosophical mood right now. ANYway, I'm going to clean the shower. Laters!
~Sio
~Sio