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| For some reason, I no longer carry my cell phone with me wherever I go. I no longer put it on ring when I'm at home and I quite often misplace it. But then I can't call it because it will just vibrate and is most likely sitting on/in a pile of clothes or on a tablecloth. Which is not good because I usually text. Eh, mostly I just facebook now. It's impersonal, but I like impersonal. Impersonal is good. | | |
| Got back today from a family vacation to Alaska for eleven days. It is the longest vacation we have taken and will hopefully be the only vacation we take that is that long. It was just too much family. Six of us eating at least two meals a day together, spending over six hours together, one-upping each other, just...too much. Is it that we are able to do this kind of thing? Yeah, I suppose it is, but at the same time, I think I was on the brink of insanity. We hardly ever eat together when we're all at home, let alone stay in the same room for more than an hour unless we're watching a movie, in which case we'll sit in the living room watching intently and then going to our respective rooms or out once the movie is over. Sometimes togetherness is a good thing, but too much of a good thing can go sour, which is what it was on the brink of. Luckily we were all too tired to do anything but sleep towards the end. Wait, no, we did that during the vacation too. Is that sad? That the four siblings took hour plus naps on vacation every day? I guess a rest was what we all needed every day. We all get along, but we're just so different that's it's a struggle. But in those differences, is where we're all the same; we just utilize the perseonality traits differently. Eh. I've always wanted to go to Alaska though, it's been my dream destination. And I plan on going back for something, I don't know what yet, but I will. Denali She stands off in the distance,her head shrouded in mystery,beckoning countless men to comeand try their luck against her,will they reach their goal and touch her,or be thrown back into the wilderness,lost forever to loved ones left to wonderif her face was worth the trouble to unveil. Men suit up and prepare for the daywhen they begin their journey to see the facethat exists only in fables and legends and myths,about the great one who sits and waitsto cast the weak aside and congratulate the rest. Many will turn away before her head is nigh,and some will give their life before touching her eyes,but then there are those who brave the coldand will push onward and upwardto the face in stories of oldwho will in turn bestow upon themcrowns of clouds and armor of snowboots of ice and eyes that glow. | | |
| I am constantly amazed at the cruelness, resilience, and kindness of the human spirit. Some people just piss me off. Others make me feel content. While still others...just allow me to be, and that's the best feeling in the world. (Sometimes.) | | |
| If time passes constructively, what does that mean a person was doing? Does it studying and preparing for a better tomorrow? Getting a jump on the next day or the next or the next? Does it mean starting a projcet that's due in a month so that it'll be near "perfection" come the due date? Or does it mean spending time with people, chatting, laughing, and having a good time? Does it mean sitting and drawing for an hour or two or writing for a bit and then deleting it all? Does it mean taking a nap because you didn't sleep so well the night before? Does it mean taking a walk for the helluva of it just to end up in the same place as you started? I'm not really sure what it means. I suppose in the context of college it means the first, studying and the like, in the context of "social situations," it means the chatting and laughing and such, and in the context of just being, I suppose napping and walking count as well. So the next time my mom asks if I spent my time constructively, I guess I can just say "Yes." | | |
| I sit here at my desk, watching the seconds flash by and the minutes change into hours. I have five windows open, music, aim, away message, and a lab in progress. I know spending time on facebook and xanga are not productive uses of time, and every minute I sit here typing away and "stalking," is another minute gone that I could've been researching physics, reading my physics text, my calc notes, studying for linear algebra, or writing something. Anything. I could be reading a book or trying to draw again. I could go for a jog and feel accomplished or something. But no. I sit here for hours, sucked into the bottomless pit where my brain turns to pudding, not even good pudding at that. With finals next week and my grades in the crapper, it's a wonder I'm this comatose. I have so much to do, yet all I want to do is sleep. If I have my reference correct, isn't this what happened to that guy in Office Space after he went to be hypnotized or something? The only difference here is, I'm not hypnotized. I just don't care until the day after, which leaves a lot of room for error. Lucky for me, that's my primary mode of learning. I just haven't picked up on this yet. It's a good thing I've acknowledged this. The next step now is to rectify this. | | |
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