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Well, my roomie's companions are here. I guess that means I'm probably going to give up my usual computer-related activities (aka reading pointless things and playing around in Paint and... obviously... writing here all the time) for now and maybe do my actual reading for class tomorrow. I hope I'll be able to find my reading for drama. Heh. I never know quite what's going on in that class. Not that it really matters. Right now I'm sort of debating whether I want to transcribe my paper-entries right into this, or make seperate backdated posts for them... in the latter case, chances of them being completely forgotten about are rather greater. But then again, they are only from today. Huh. Well, last entry I pretty much summarized half of them, so I might as well just finish them up here...
10:30am (Calc class):
I sort've wish I could just sit here and write during this class. I'm rather bored just taking notes. Though, not as bad as in Media Aesthetics... I feel really bad, because I keep almost falling asleep, even though I'm usually wide awake when I get up. I kept getting up at ood hours last night, like (skipping, already wrote all this)... Well, I'd better stop writing and pay attention. Getting out of Hum so late seems to be rather bad for my attention span in here.
11:16am (break during Calc):
I wish I could draw... (OK, so I was doodling in my margins again... I wish I could scan the bizarre things I sit there and draw... badly, I might add) I wish all my classes weren't an hour and a half or longer. I wish I had a longer attention span. Oh well. Just about a half-hour of class left. And I look forward to not starving on Wednesdays, because my problem session's at 7:30 now, rather than 6. Yay!
2:25pm (On the bus, which I rode around in a big circle after I realized somewhere near the lab school that my Bio problem session is Thursday, not Tuesday):
-I think the logical bit of me still entertains the daydreaming, creative, whimsical part of me because it finds the meanderings too amusing. Like now... (this merits explanation, but I'm not going to explain to you what was going on! Nya!) Or when I decided I should be a Jedi and it finally occured to me while walking back to my lunch table how it was a completely insane thing to do, but I'd been doing it all day already without it bothering me at all. So, next time I'm down in one of those awwful depressive moods, I wonder what I'll decide to be...
-I guess I'm the sort of person that would give the shirt off their back to help someone. This occured to me while I was sitting at lunch and offered to sleep in the chair if people wanted my bed tonight. I was reprimanded for such thinking, though. But it's a wonder more guys don't stalk me, because not only would I be around to help out if they were in a bind, they'd get to see me topless. This is the sort of thinking I'd like to supress. Perhaps it's best that I don't mention this ever again.
-I think subconsciously I believe that if I keep writing, I'll hit on that one bit of me that I seem to be searching for. Or maybe piece together who it is that I really am.
Woo introspection. Today has all been reading and wandering aimlessly and such. But really now I think I need to find my actual assignments. And do less of randomly finding things like this. No.. actually, I definitely need to find more random things like that. I should have seen as soon as I fixed my sister's playstation no good would come of it. I should have just left the game in its little plastic box. But I suppose it was an inevitable consequence.
10:30am (Calc class):
I sort've wish I could just sit here and write during this class. I'm rather bored just taking notes. Though, not as bad as in Media Aesthetics... I feel really bad, because I keep almost falling asleep, even though I'm usually wide awake when I get up. I kept getting up at ood hours last night, like (skipping, already wrote all this)... Well, I'd better stop writing and pay attention. Getting out of Hum so late seems to be rather bad for my attention span in here.
11:16am (break during Calc):
I wish I could draw... (OK, so I was doodling in my margins again... I wish I could scan the bizarre things I sit there and draw... badly, I might add) I wish all my classes weren't an hour and a half or longer. I wish I had a longer attention span. Oh well. Just about a half-hour of class left. And I look forward to not starving on Wednesdays, because my problem session's at 7:30 now, rather than 6. Yay!
2:25pm (On the bus, which I rode around in a big circle after I realized somewhere near the lab school that my Bio problem session is Thursday, not Tuesday):
-I think the logical bit of me still entertains the daydreaming, creative, whimsical part of me because it finds the meanderings too amusing. Like now... (this merits explanation, but I'm not going to explain to you what was going on! Nya!) Or when I decided I should be a Jedi and it finally occured to me while walking back to my lunch table how it was a completely insane thing to do, but I'd been doing it all day already without it bothering me at all. So, next time I'm down in one of those awwful depressive moods, I wonder what I'll decide to be...
-I guess I'm the sort of person that would give the shirt off their back to help someone. This occured to me while I was sitting at lunch and offered to sleep in the chair if people wanted my bed tonight. I was reprimanded for such thinking, though. But it's a wonder more guys don't stalk me, because not only would I be around to help out if they were in a bind, they'd get to see me topless. This is the sort of thinking I'd like to supress. Perhaps it's best that I don't mention this ever again.
-I think subconsciously I believe that if I keep writing, I'll hit on that one bit of me that I seem to be searching for. Or maybe piece together who it is that I really am.
Woo introspection. Today has all been reading and wandering aimlessly and such. But really now I think I need to find my actual assignments. And do less of randomly finding things like this. No.. actually, I definitely need to find more random things like that. I should have seen as soon as I fixed my sister's playstation no good would come of it. I should have just left the game in its little plastic box. But I suppose it was an inevitable consequence.
