Tuesday, October 08, 2002

A day's worth of thoughts categorized

. What the fuck are you waiting for? Get out there and eat pie!!! Wait, before you go out and start blindly scarfing pie, you should know that it is only true pies that count towards your well-being. That is, pot-pies and cowpies and pie charts do not help you. You must eat true dessert-type pies. --Dave K, on the pie-theory of true happiness in life.

I thought that would be a good way to start off. Let's go with the most convenient and mundane events of the day.

First off, I slept in obscenely late. I'll probably do it again. It appears the only thing stopping me from sleeping in, in the past, was a class to go to. Yet again, my brain can defeat me whenever it wants. I will drop here some interpretation of a Sensei quote: "He who conquers himself is a great warrior." By which terms, I really am not even close to being a warrior. I spoil my brain rotten.

Statistics test was fucking lame. Every time I take a test for that class, I go in understanding all the material, and then the professor puts heaps of never-seen-before-not-even-in-the-book material. It's freaking annoying. But that's ok. I went to physics after statistics and kicked the ass of calculus. Finally, something locked in my brain and I was answering questions right and left. .. I even got a "That's perfect" from the professor. Wow, I'm actually liking physics!

I have a million people I need to e-mail. . .when is that going to happen?

Lounge conditions remained fairly good throughout the day, since Aliens 3 was on and I am a total Aliens fan. I take pride in being a nerd with especially unusual tastes. Anybody can be a trekkie. Anybody can be obsessed with Star Wars. But how many of you know what the class of the ship Nostromo was in Alien? Hmmm? That's me, total geek (It's an M-class star freighter, btw). But this evening reportedly the lounge reached unspeakably geeky proportions as people gathered around to watch James play "Kingdom Hearts" ( that disney game by squaresoft). Even I have limits. . .

On the more sweeping, philisophical level of things. . . another girl randomly told me I was cool. I'm beginning to get suspicious, but I'm also rather happy. Being cool is. .. . welll . . . coool. But I've also have started trying to really look at myself without my lovegoggles, trying to come to terms with some of the less desirable aspects of me (because I used to blindly say that I had none, to myself). This isn't the same as beating yourself up. It's just looking at yourself and going, ok, that's something I'm not that good about. Like written correspondence. . . I suck at that.

I'm looking forward to running away with Dave and Sam to Eerie. I've got tons of work to do, but it should be a nice quiet place to do it. And oh, the good food, and the good company, and all the goody goodness that is Dave's house! Woo!


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