day dream...day dream ...day dream...
Perhaps it’s the jazz and classical blend coming from the radio that has me in such high spirits. I have been in and out of day dreams while trying to prepare for the forth module exam/test. I think that this module has proven some sort of alleviation in my cranium; is it that I just understand it? Or just feel happy to know that changes seem to be coming around the corner and day dreaming is keeping me content with just about anything? I guess we'll figure that out when the test is in front of me and I gracefully start answering the questions with some sort of ease or just blank out, kick my own ass, and then by some means piss on it to further add insult to injury.
It’s been a while since I’ve written a post, so why not during a pleasant o-town twilight hour to get the discontinuous flow of brain activity onto a pleasant hole in space.
The thought of going to New York City in the coming weeks has got me in a world of thought? Do I go? Where do I leave my car? In DC? In JERSEY? Do I stay and look for part time work? Do I stay and look for some better living arrangements instead of just falling for the first thing that sounds good? Do I attend the warped tour festivities?Do I go see all the people in g-ville? Do we go dancing? Do I see an ex-girlfriend before she gets married? Do I just call and not see her? (her fiancé isn’t too fond of me so…..) Do I get her a gift? I mean what does one get somebody you hardly know anymore as a wedding gift? I’m not the lackluster essential gift giving bastard. I like taking my time and giving something that just may cause one or two seconds of thought and sentiment, not a fucking knife set or can opener…or whatever people place on their registries. I don’t know, I thought a few movies and a great album would do a couple right? For some, that may seem too juvenile or thoughtless, but um….when the hell has a utensil to crack open a can of pork and beans meant heartwarming and considerate? (Well unless you’re Adrian Brodey in The Pianist trying to crack open a Sam’s club can of pickles) She did mention that her fiancé had an obsession for porn; maybe a gift certificate to a porn shop? Nah! I don’t want to begin to imagine the possibility of me enhancing an ex’s sexual practice. That would just be pure insanity seeing that my sexual life has come to an utter dry halt. No worries though, I smell something around the corner (could just be the bathroom, haven’t cleaned it in two weeks yikes!) and it may be something good. When I get this feeling that I have inside me, things tend to happen; so we’ll see.
Well I think its time to get back to the logarithms,the figuring of half-life, continuous interest, log and ln…e…
It’s been a while since I’ve written a post, so why not during a pleasant o-town twilight hour to get the discontinuous flow of brain activity onto a pleasant hole in space.
The thought of going to New York City in the coming weeks has got me in a world of thought? Do I go? Where do I leave my car? In DC? In JERSEY? Do I stay and look for part time work? Do I stay and look for some better living arrangements instead of just falling for the first thing that sounds good? Do I attend the warped tour festivities?Do I go see all the people in g-ville? Do we go dancing? Do I see an ex-girlfriend before she gets married? Do I just call and not see her? (her fiancé isn’t too fond of me so…..) Do I get her a gift? I mean what does one get somebody you hardly know anymore as a wedding gift? I’m not the lackluster essential gift giving bastard. I like taking my time and giving something that just may cause one or two seconds of thought and sentiment, not a fucking knife set or can opener…or whatever people place on their registries. I don’t know, I thought a few movies and a great album would do a couple right? For some, that may seem too juvenile or thoughtless, but um….when the hell has a utensil to crack open a can of pork and beans meant heartwarming and considerate? (Well unless you’re Adrian Brodey in The Pianist trying to crack open a Sam’s club can of pickles) She did mention that her fiancé had an obsession for porn; maybe a gift certificate to a porn shop? Nah! I don’t want to begin to imagine the possibility of me enhancing an ex’s sexual practice. That would just be pure insanity seeing that my sexual life has come to an utter dry halt. No worries though, I smell something around the corner (could just be the bathroom, haven’t cleaned it in two weeks yikes!) and it may be something good. When I get this feeling that I have inside me, things tend to happen; so we’ll see.
Well I think its time to get back to the logarithms,the figuring of half-life, continuous interest, log and ln…e…