Saturday, March 15, 2003
Monday, March 10, 2003
I'm bored so I'll ramble...
I need to see a good movie. One that I haven't seen before. I had an idea a long time ago to visit one of the Landmark Theatres in Chicago. However, that requires an investment of time and effort. Seems like that's in short supply.
In a similar vein, I may have enjoyed the ice-skating event tonight. However it seemed like it'd be cold and I was a bit out of it. On the way home I ran into Anne and Keith. Anne and Dani will be around for spring break, as will I. Possibly others will as well. We will have to do something.
I changed my fiction to Henrik Ibsen's A Doll House. I can finally see whence Elizabeth got her name. It should be (slightly) more cheery than my previous choice of the Death of Ivan Ilych which I am currently abandoning. That book could well have contributed to that Black Thursday I had earlier this quarter. I didn't feel like coming in, but I did, because a day is not the same without seeing all my first year friends. And I started to read DOII, but II had died and his friends didn't care. They thought about their obligations and what they would have to do. I mean the death seemed to be beginning to have its effect at the point I got to, but the (realistic) phase where it wasn't quite real yet, was depressing. Anyways, I'm sure if I continued in DOII, it at least wouldn't continue to be depressing for that reason. Tolstoy always seems to convey a realistic human feeling... On a similar weird/related note, for some weird reason, I find the "On Star" radio commercials moving...
Oh, and I should probably ramble about math for a bit. I am supposed to be doing that 16 hours a day. It's boring. I do it all the time, and I get only a bit of it ever written up, and so on and so on. I always feel weird writing these things, because people will read them, and it seems like my entries seem depressing, but it's just a perpetual state of ennui.
One thing however which is nice, and happy and so on is my friends. Yay. We've celebrated two birthdays (each twice :)) in the past two weeks... The most memorable part about the dinner sunday aside from overdoing it with the green habanero sauce, was a weird conversation about porn. And Deepam &c. picked on me a bit. That was less pleasant. But I had a good time I guess. I liked the Georgian food better than the Mexican, but such is the state of things. This is probably unintelligible to most people (i.e. those who weren't there)...
Mike was/is considering another place. And that gives me occassion to think of the program if it were less social. I don't think it'd be bearable ...
Anyways, the cycle goes on, the phoenix dies and rises alive again to live another 500 years...
In a similar vein, I may have enjoyed the ice-skating event tonight. However it seemed like it'd be cold and I was a bit out of it. On the way home I ran into Anne and Keith. Anne and Dani will be around for spring break, as will I. Possibly others will as well. We will have to do something.
I changed my fiction to Henrik Ibsen's A Doll House. I can finally see whence Elizabeth got her name. It should be (slightly) more cheery than my previous choice of the Death of Ivan Ilych which I am currently abandoning. That book could well have contributed to that Black Thursday I had earlier this quarter. I didn't feel like coming in, but I did, because a day is not the same without seeing all my first year friends. And I started to read DOII, but II had died and his friends didn't care. They thought about their obligations and what they would have to do. I mean the death seemed to be beginning to have its effect at the point I got to, but the (realistic) phase where it wasn't quite real yet, was depressing. Anyways, I'm sure if I continued in DOII, it at least wouldn't continue to be depressing for that reason. Tolstoy always seems to convey a realistic human feeling... On a similar weird/related note, for some weird reason, I find the "On Star" radio commercials moving...
Oh, and I should probably ramble about math for a bit. I am supposed to be doing that 16 hours a day. It's boring. I do it all the time, and I get only a bit of it ever written up, and so on and so on. I always feel weird writing these things, because people will read them, and it seems like my entries seem depressing, but it's just a perpetual state of ennui.
One thing however which is nice, and happy and so on is my friends. Yay. We've celebrated two birthdays (each twice :)) in the past two weeks... The most memorable part about the dinner sunday aside from overdoing it with the green habanero sauce, was a weird conversation about porn. And Deepam &c. picked on me a bit. That was less pleasant. But I had a good time I guess. I liked the Georgian food better than the Mexican, but such is the state of things. This is probably unintelligible to most people (i.e. those who weren't there)...
Mike was/is considering another place. And that gives me occassion to think of the program if it were less social. I don't think it'd be bearable ...
Anyways, the cycle goes on, the phoenix dies and rises alive again to live another 500 years...
Tuesday, March 4, 2003
Snow
Snow is supposed to accumulate today. How wonderful, it has already done so more than in the past this winter. It is beautiful, sparkly, powdery, white, snow. People say the novelty of this will wear off, but I'm not so sure. It seems magical every time. Today will be an excellent day. Beautiful snow.
Just so it doesn't seem like I'm turning into a weatherman, I should add more... but it seems that the number of things which I would like to mention which I cannot in this venue has grown of late. I understand ever more why sugardickdaddy opted for a real journal. I've contented myself to writing random thoughts on pieces of scratch paper rather than maintaining a separate real-life type outlet. It also occurs to me my recent posts have been so infrequent, I doubt anyone reads this anymore aside from those few who have livejournals themselves.
As for school, I feel unfulfilled lately. Everyone's always busy and with the same old stuff. All people talk about is math. Granted I don't always have great other things to talk about but...
C'est la vie.
Anyways, beautiful happy snow. Who could ask for anything more?
Just so it doesn't seem like I'm turning into a weatherman, I should add more... but it seems that the number of things which I would like to mention which I cannot in this venue has grown of late. I understand ever more why sugardickdaddy opted for a real journal. I've contented myself to writing random thoughts on pieces of scratch paper rather than maintaining a separate real-life type outlet. It also occurs to me my recent posts have been so infrequent, I doubt anyone reads this anymore aside from those few who have livejournals themselves.
As for school, I feel unfulfilled lately. Everyone's always busy and with the same old stuff. All people talk about is math. Granted I don't always have great other things to talk about but...
C'est la vie.
Anyways, beautiful happy snow. Who could ask for anything more?
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