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| PretendingI hate know those situations when someone decides to read something out loud to me so I can hear it. Like I'll be studying in a group, and then my friend will find a 50 word paragraph from a textbook and decide to read it to me. Then I have to pretend like I'm paying attention. Why can't they just say, "here, read this."
I also hate it when people read me comics from a newspaper out loud. Or even the first couple sentences of a funny newspaper article.
Even worse are those times when people decide to tell me a story that's only kind of interesting, so they try to add excitement in their voice, and I kind of zone out but just smile and nod...and then I put on that stupid expression on my face that says, "Oh really? Awesome!" when I really just wanna walk away.
Also annoying are those times when the same person tells me the same thing for the 2nd/3rd/4th time, but they forgot that they told me. It takes them a few minutes to say it, but I don't want to hurt their feelings. So I just listen and look interested.
You may be wondering, "what is the point of this article?"
I'm wondering the same thing.
You know it's exam time when I update my Xanga.
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| Time TravelIn the middle of December 2007, a few days before break, I spent countless hours studying at the Catholic Students Center on campus. They give out free hot chocolate, coffee, candy, cookies, and other snacks during exam weeks so that students have a comfortable, quiet place to study. I spent many of those hours listening to an album by Blockhead, called "Uncle Tony's Coloring Book." It is a mostly instrumental album; limited lyrics, ideal for studying.
Just now, I played that album for the first time (maybe the second) since then. Upon hearing the tracks, I was bombarded with a ton of feelings and sensations from those days in December. I could smell the smoky smell from the CSC's fireplace. I could taste my extra-chocolaty hot cocoa and Famous Amos cookies as I studied. I could see the dim lighting provided by the sparsely placed table lamps, illuminating the power strips littered on the floor, which were in turn feeding a steady stream of electrons to laptops and lamps. I could feel the hope of getting past the last few exams and spending my winter break with my family.
Just now, I realized that I felt those sensations for the first time when my grandfather was still alive. Just now, I felt those sensations for the second time after he passed away.
Just now, I realized I have to start my homework.
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| FrustrationI've attempted to blog several times since my last post. By the time I get about 2/3rds done, I erase the whole thing out of frustration. I want to convey a thought...a feeling. I want other people to know it. I don't see how this is possible with mere words...
I used to think poetry was kind of stupid. Not because it's wimpy...but because it seemed like a computer could randomly generate words into a poem, and everyone would interpret the poem for themselves, and people would still have amazing revelations and enlightening experiences on their own...
Suddenly, I have much more respect for poets. They know how to do something that I do not. Or maybe they are just computers.
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Serenity (Widescreen Edition)
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CheeseI read a blog where some guy takes a picture of something going on in his life every day. I think this is a good idea; I started today. Aside from improving my eye for photography, I think it'll improve my outlook on life. It's so easy to take pictures of important events and the 'big' things in life. What about the days where 'nothing' is really going on? There are so many small important things that happen every day that we almost immediately forget about. In this way, how can we ever say, " Nothing happened today." We often forget about the people that would give anything to live one extra 'uneventful' day.
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