I really want to write a story about possessed documents. They'll make people eat each other
The thing about journaling is that I could go months on end with nothing to say, because it's the days-in, days-out of, well, life - but then all of a sudden, I have half a million stories to tell, all at once - and yet, I don't feel like I can, because I haven't posted in months and months about my current situation and said stories would make no sense.
So, the back story to all the thing's I'll be writing about;
- I caved in to various people's advice and am partaking in the Rhodes Institute this summer. As I expected, I'm largely bored out of my skull; also as I expected, instead of doing something productive about said boredom, I'm just sitting on my tush re-reading a bunch of old books. Old habits don't die.
- I'm working on a case study of John W. Jones, a fairly prominent antebellum plantation owner in the area. This requires me to spend a lot of time out in the boonies of Fayette county, where there are no power strips, internet cafes or cell phone service for a ten square mile area. Hence me losing a lot of my connections with people.
- Because of this research, I have a REALLY FREAKING HANDY excuse to miss out on a party on August 2. No, it's seriously amazing. I've never had an excuse THIS GOOD. Get this - the day after the party (which is five hours away from school), I have to present my research FOR AN HOUR. At 8.30 in the morning. BEST EXCUSE EVER.
- I'm living in a campus-provided apartment with friend Leslie and two random girls. Their names are (I'm pretty certain) Alison and Lauren. Alison here is NOT my semi-permanent roommate Allison, who is way cooler, less high strung and knows how to spell her name correctly.
That... pretty much covers it for all the upcoming stories. And to start it off with a bang, here's one!
So I haven't been eating recently.
This isn't on purpose. Well, it's on semi-purpose, because it started on purpose, but now it's continuing on non-purpose. The short of it is that my research hunting is making me miss a lot of meal times - I get up too late to have a real breakfast besides toast (because getting up any earlier would be, like, six in the morning and I wouldn't wanna eat ANYWAY) - I'm in the boonies for lunch, which mandates that what I eat A) not spoil in heat, B) be easily transported and C) be quick to fix - IE, peanut butter sandwich - and usually when I get back, it's dinner time and I'm exhausted and only have to the brain power to, like, eat more bread.
Thus my diet for the past month has more or less been bread and peanut butter.
Then I got a horrendous migraine a could weeks ago, and my appetite became seriously non-existent. I think I ate five real meals that whole week and a half.
But it's ok, really! Because I only have one more week of frantic research hunting before I have to buckle down and write thirty pages! So obviously after next week, I'll have all the time in the world to regain the weight I'm now frantically losing!
But for right now, I'm just not eating.
Except for today. Today, I'd like to eat. Right now, I'd like to go make some toast and scrambled eggs. I like scrambled eggs. And ham - but I don't have any of that.
But to make said scrambled eggs, I first have to clean my skillet... which was used by some roommate or friend or something, and then not cleaned (this is a story in and of itself). I have no problem washing said skillet, except when I go out into the kitchen...
...
There's some random half-naked* dude sleeping on our couch.
I don't know where he came from. He wasn't there last night at midnight, but he was there at eight this morning. Granted, that's a pretty large time window, but it's made more curious as to no one mentioning his existence beforehand...
Anyway, I'm mildly perturbed by the semi-naked guy appearing in my apartment. I mean, if someone wants to have sex, that's cool - I'd rather it not happen in PUBLIC, but whatever, I suppose. But this obviously isn't the case, because he's sleeping on the couch, and not on a roommate, which leaves the question of -
WHY THE HELL IS THERE A SEMI NAKED GUY SLEEPING ON MY COUCH WHEN I WANT TO WASH DISHES?!?!?!?
This is one of those moments when I'm certain that God has a really twisted sense of humor.
*Thankfully, he believes in blankets, so I don't know if that's FULLY naked...
So, the back story to all the thing's I'll be writing about;
- I caved in to various people's advice and am partaking in the Rhodes Institute this summer. As I expected, I'm largely bored out of my skull; also as I expected, instead of doing something productive about said boredom, I'm just sitting on my tush re-reading a bunch of old books. Old habits don't die.
- I'm working on a case study of John W. Jones, a fairly prominent antebellum plantation owner in the area. This requires me to spend a lot of time out in the boonies of Fayette county, where there are no power strips, internet cafes or cell phone service for a ten square mile area. Hence me losing a lot of my connections with people.
- Because of this research, I have a REALLY FREAKING HANDY excuse to miss out on a party on August 2. No, it's seriously amazing. I've never had an excuse THIS GOOD. Get this - the day after the party (which is five hours away from school), I have to present my research FOR AN HOUR. At 8.30 in the morning. BEST EXCUSE EVER.
- I'm living in a campus-provided apartment with friend Leslie and two random girls. Their names are (I'm pretty certain) Alison and Lauren. Alison here is NOT my semi-permanent roommate Allison, who is way cooler, less high strung and knows how to spell her name correctly.
That... pretty much covers it for all the upcoming stories. And to start it off with a bang, here's one!
So I haven't been eating recently.
This isn't on purpose. Well, it's on semi-purpose, because it started on purpose, but now it's continuing on non-purpose. The short of it is that my research hunting is making me miss a lot of meal times - I get up too late to have a real breakfast besides toast (because getting up any earlier would be, like, six in the morning and I wouldn't wanna eat ANYWAY) - I'm in the boonies for lunch, which mandates that what I eat A) not spoil in heat, B) be easily transported and C) be quick to fix - IE, peanut butter sandwich - and usually when I get back, it's dinner time and I'm exhausted and only have to the brain power to, like, eat more bread.
Thus my diet for the past month has more or less been bread and peanut butter.
Then I got a horrendous migraine a could weeks ago, and my appetite became seriously non-existent. I think I ate five real meals that whole week and a half.
But it's ok, really! Because I only have one more week of frantic research hunting before I have to buckle down and write thirty pages! So obviously after next week, I'll have all the time in the world to regain the weight I'm now frantically losing!
But for right now, I'm just not eating.
Except for today. Today, I'd like to eat. Right now, I'd like to go make some toast and scrambled eggs. I like scrambled eggs. And ham - but I don't have any of that.
But to make said scrambled eggs, I first have to clean my skillet... which was used by some roommate or friend or something, and then not cleaned (this is a story in and of itself). I have no problem washing said skillet, except when I go out into the kitchen...
...
There's some random half-naked* dude sleeping on our couch.
I don't know where he came from. He wasn't there last night at midnight, but he was there at eight this morning. Granted, that's a pretty large time window, but it's made more curious as to no one mentioning his existence beforehand...
Anyway, I'm mildly perturbed by the semi-naked guy appearing in my apartment. I mean, if someone wants to have sex, that's cool - I'd rather it not happen in PUBLIC, but whatever, I suppose. But this obviously isn't the case, because he's sleeping on the couch, and not on a roommate, which leaves the question of -
WHY THE HELL IS THERE A SEMI NAKED GUY SLEEPING ON MY COUCH WHEN I WANT TO WASH DISHES?!?!?!?
This is one of those moments when I'm certain that God has a really twisted sense of humor.
*Thankfully, he believes in blankets, so I don't know if that's FULLY naked...