I've noticed that I do much better when I have a good, full day. It forces me to focus my energy more, which is something I find nearly impossible to do on the weekend. Work on Saturday, Sunday? Doesn't happen. But then again, I find myself much in need of a good day or two to recuperate (besides, reading for class doesn't really count as work ( Read more... )

I find myself wondering from time to time if I am more aware of time passing than the average person, but seeing as I am pretty damn sure I am about as close as one can come to the average, middle-of-America child, I believe I am mistaken in that first thought. But this time thing, I find it so very strange. I wish for it to slow down, allow me ( Read more... )

I find that I talk too much about myself, that I fail to say what actually needs to be stated in words. Somewhere along the line the spoken version of English fails me. It is curious, too, how although currently while I am writing these words I am able to hear them being spoken by the voice I know as mine in my head, as it is with most English ( Read more... )

There is something amazing about when the world seems to work out just right. Not perfectly, because perfection is impossible, but there stars in the sky, there is still a tinge of the sun's warmth on the earth, and realize there is nothing else in the world you want to ask for. Near perfect. Near perfect is glorious, beyond glorious ( Read more... )

I dislike being bored at work. It leads to mind wandering, which leads to missing people, which is never healthy. Missing people means I can't (I almost said "con't" which is how my supervisor pronounces the word) think clearly about the moment, about what I am doing. Missing people means I start imagine things, question things, and all other ( Read more... )

...Quick Homework Break...

Laughs. So today is National Talk Like a Pirate Day, and Eaton House Movie Day. So, surprise surprise, we watched Pirates of the CaribbeanFunny, that movie is, always makes me feel nostalgic. Reminds me pre-senior summer. Laughs again. Gods, was that a rockin' summer, my lovely fleet, Book Five, as shitty as that ( Read more... )

Well, still have that damned cough ( Read more... )

An odd bit of life is the fact that the shower is one of the greatest places to think. But anyhoo ( Read more... )

Okay, yeah, Heart of Darkness is one of the most depressing books ever. Well, maybe not, but, it did get me questioning whether or not I actually believe that humans are inherently good. Lord of the Flies had no effect on my thoughts on this... but, this, this, little novella by Condrad has got me thinking... his theroys make sense ( Read more... )

Right now I am searching futilely through my emails with the faint hope of finding my MSU PID number. Shit, no luck ( Read more... )