Friday, February 29, 2008

blogging en route to baldwin

Today on the way to my 8:30 class I mentally blogged. Sometimes I do this but never get around to actually posting my thoughts. (I realize of course that this is no great disappointment to my readers.) Should readers be plural? Perhaps reader is better. Anyway, below are a few thoughts:

This morning was easy to begin. The usual resistance I feel to getting up, walking in the cold, and trying to focus in class was lifted. This morning I kept thinking about how miserable I usually am en route to Baldwin. Why? Why do I always approach effort with malaise? This morning the sun was out and made the snow shine into my eyes. The whole quad was light and glittering. (I could expand with overplayed similies but I'll let the majesty of the morning go undescribed.)

I must admit, today will be a good day.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Ode to Imitations of Immorality

Last Saturday seems a little surreal. That's not me.

I hate it when I'm fake.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

I'm a part-time misanthrope that wants to save humanity

Most of the time, when I find something stupid, I don't respond. I think, "I'm not going to honor this with a response." This leads to a lot of opinions being swallowed out of respect to B.F. Skinner's Behaviorist Theory.

What I really want to say is that I wish that people would just step outside their own perspective and consider how truly ignorant they are. The library is humbling. The idea of academia is humbling. We can't possibly have a definitive, "this is absolutely right", opinion on politics or aesthetics. Don't get me wrong, I believe in absolute truth- I just don't think society knows how to discuss it.

Language is so crippling. And I hate people who think they've mastered it because they have used an SAT vocab word.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

misera sum

Lauren didn't go to Latin today. But she did go to the sub where she saw her Latin teacher.

I hate this semester.

Monday, February 4, 2008


There are a lot of typos in my blog. I guess thats a testament to how little effort and thought I apply to this journal of sorts.

I fear I've misplaced the ability to write. I used to just sit down at a keyboard and go - but now I am blank. I've felt this void for almost a year now.

I can't stand reading my whining.

Friday, February 1, 2008

You heal my back, I'll scratch, massage, lather in gold yours

My back is killing me. The pain has become more severe as the week progresses. I am constantly aware of my spinal cord and lumbar region, which is inflamed and cursing me! I feel like I am constantly complaining about it, which I'm sure frustrates those who are frequently around me. (cough.. Sarah and Matt) By the way, coughing hurts the most. And as I recover from Bronchitis, I find that coughing is not an easy symptom to avoid.
My Dad, who happens to be a D.O., did a treatment last weekend, but to no avail. I think it only helped my neck.

I know this sounds crass, but damn it, I feel like I'm eighty years old with osteoporosis.

Web MD that my systems may be caused by stress. I feel like my back pain is the cause of the stress.

I'm going to go to sleep and stop bitching...