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When I'm stoned, I feel like I have the most acute hearing. I can hear cars that are blocks away, parties going on in other buildings, or people walking when they are far from eye-shot. But I realized that my hearing isn't sensitive, it's the thing that is the difference between the city life and country life. When I'm at home in Baltimore, after everyone goes to bed, it's so quiet. In my house, I can hear familiar things like Max moving around to find a place to rest or the sleep-talking of Sarah. Even outside, things are generally calm. There is a nice distance from distractions, unlike the city. On a Friday night in Ottawa, people are always moving around. Traveling from one place to another. What I'm trying to say is that my hearing doesn't get better when I get stoned, but instead I tune into the things that I find I'm learning to ignore. With the sounds of the city around me, I seem to simply ignore the moving about of other human beings. The noise doesn't bother me but rather, it's part of living in an area with such a population. In fact, I really like that I can keep up on what is going on in my neighborhood. Who's moving where, how many cabs travel the streets that I live on. When I'm stoned, I seem to notice that there is a very discernible differences in city life and country life.
Hi.
I got carried away on a very strange direction tonight. I wish I had more friends who wrote. Things have fallen by the wayside. Why is it that we are always trampling whatever we feel? Creativity seems to have died out in interest of other things. I cannot see anything Stace writes. Where did that go? It's nice that livejournal has the convenience to have a very good feed of different communities or feeds, but people don't ever say things. Myself included.
I'm watching The Office (American) lately. My roommates are out tonight and I feel like lots has been going on lately. Christmas was.. not as relaxing as I would have hoped. There was lots going on there. But I did get a chance to hang out in Toronto. Emily's house was very nice and we had very good hangings out there. New Years was also good. I went to Adam Cosgrove's New Years gathering. There were not many of our little group of friends from high school there, but it was a good time. I was happy to see Casey again for New Years and Grant this year, too.
Classes started on Tuesday. They are not-so-bad. I've got Am Lit and Can Lit from last semester as well as Modern British Poetry (with the very sexy Professor Childs), 18th C. Lit (Keri and I recently managed to get that class together), and 17th C. Lit which is not literature so much as poetry. I guess I will rekindle some sort of ability to appreciate things outside of prose. It's a big reading semester, which can be good if I really enjoy what we read but also bad because I know it means I will get less of a chance to do any other reading. I finished The Last of the Crazy people last night at Darcy's. I read it out loud, which has become a common theme when we have sleepovers. I have been almost finishing a lot of things like A Dirty job by Christopher Moore, and The Magician's Nephew from the Narnia Series. I have a big stack of borrowed books in my headboard and I really want to get around to reading all of them. It's a tough goal for the semester, but I want to have them all done by April. Unfortunately, a heavy reading schedule for school has become intrusive in this kind of reading. Hopefully the poetry makes up for what I might miss in leisure reading.
Okay.
I feel like my brain is on overload after all of that.
What I really want to say is sometimes I forget that I like saying things here, and I think that a lot of other people have done the same. I like using this as a little soap-box for what is going on in my life and and the thoughts lolling about in my head. I also want to know what my friends are thinking and what's going on.
I'm going to go and take advantage of my empty house.
Bye. <3
Hi.
I got carried away on a very strange direction tonight. I wish I had more friends who wrote. Things have fallen by the wayside. Why is it that we are always trampling whatever we feel? Creativity seems to have died out in interest of other things. I cannot see anything Stace writes. Where did that go? It's nice that livejournal has the convenience to have a very good feed of different communities or feeds, but people don't ever say things. Myself included.
I'm watching The Office (American) lately. My roommates are out tonight and I feel like lots has been going on lately. Christmas was.. not as relaxing as I would have hoped. There was lots going on there. But I did get a chance to hang out in Toronto. Emily's house was very nice and we had very good hangings out there. New Years was also good. I went to Adam Cosgrove's New Years gathering. There were not many of our little group of friends from high school there, but it was a good time. I was happy to see Casey again for New Years and Grant this year, too.
Classes started on Tuesday. They are not-so-bad. I've got Am Lit and Can Lit from last semester as well as Modern British Poetry (with the very sexy Professor Childs), 18th C. Lit (Keri and I recently managed to get that class together), and 17th C. Lit which is not literature so much as poetry. I guess I will rekindle some sort of ability to appreciate things outside of prose. It's a big reading semester, which can be good if I really enjoy what we read but also bad because I know it means I will get less of a chance to do any other reading. I finished The Last of the Crazy people last night at Darcy's. I read it out loud, which has become a common theme when we have sleepovers. I have been almost finishing a lot of things like A Dirty job by Christopher Moore, and The Magician's Nephew from the Narnia Series. I have a big stack of borrowed books in my headboard and I really want to get around to reading all of them. It's a tough goal for the semester, but I want to have them all done by April. Unfortunately, a heavy reading schedule for school has become intrusive in this kind of reading. Hopefully the poetry makes up for what I might miss in leisure reading.
Okay.
I feel like my brain is on overload after all of that.
What I really want to say is sometimes I forget that I like saying things here, and I think that a lot of other people have done the same. I like using this as a little soap-box for what is going on in my life and and the thoughts lolling about in my head. I also want to know what my friends are thinking and what's going on.
I'm going to go and take advantage of my empty house.
Bye. <3