miniature rants that aren't even all that ranty

First thing: Feeling sick. . . .on the weekends. Ok, so it's great to get in sick during such a time that you don't miss class and such, but dammit it's my time off to just have fun. WHY spend it feeling slighty feverish, achy, and nauseous? YOU TELL ME.

Second thing: Macking on another man's lady, in the lounge. To some degree or another, simply making the moves on someone's special someone is a tremendous pet peeve of mine. Although pet peeves are usually small, nonobvious sources of annoyance like knuckle cracking. . . . Well, seeing such things happen in PLAIN PUBLIC VIEW just really makes me go "OOOOoooo!!!" and want to go do some smacking upside the head. Obviously, I don't know the whole story, so I'm not totally cranked. But I just wanted to say how lame I think it is. A veritable desecration of the sanctity of The Lounge.

Finally, I hate how you can get a stuffy nose in only one nostril. Why just one? I mean, it's better than both, sure. But why even bother with one?

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Ok, there is nothing like a good rant, and THAT was nothing like one :)

Well, the other thought that's been rolling around my head is of circles. Lately, when I get bored, I've found myself sketching out an old design that I had picked out a ways back for if I ever got a tattoo (something that will likely never happen). It's call the Ouroboros, and it's that symbol of a serpent eating its own tail. I've always liked it, because to me it represents eternity, rebirth, the really awesome idea that the universe consumes itself only to become itself again (ok, that sounds obscure). Scientifically, the idea that energy is neither created, nor destroyed, but simply changes forms. I keep thinking about it, and the slow, heavy grinding of a wheel. 2002 has been all about coming full circle--from highschool until now, for me at least. Going from choosing colleges to choosing grad schools, from dumping to being dumped, from the end of highschool to the end of alot of things. Weird isn't it? All the things this year has done to us. . . it's seems terrible and inevitable. But it's all the same old song and dance. What goes around, comes around. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. There is a greek saying associated with old ouroboros: Hen to pan. . . "The all, the One"

Do I sound hokey enough yet? I'm sorry about that. It just makes sense. There is only so much material in the universe, and no matter how much or how little life cycles, certain things will roll our way. We are ALL subject to it the creaking gears of life, and eventually we are all consumed by it. . . and after that, well, I'll leave you to theorize.