the wrong side of the bed
Friday, July 16, 2004
hey, where have you been?
hum. there isn't enough going on in my life since i made the decision not to take the prelim. mostly i sit around and feel odd and unsure. otherwise, i hang out with friends with a desperation that i can only hope is not apparent. i have things i could do, but i don't seem to do them. i don't know why i waste so much of my time.
my grandmother is turning 90 next weekend. my family is having a party for her in la grange, tx. i've decided to go home. why not?
my grandmother is turning 90 next weekend. my family is having a party for her in la grange, tx. i've decided to go home. why not?
3:15 PM
4 Comments:
That'll be fun. I can't wait to go home, too, and I live like 11 feet away. Like you say, why not do it if you can?
I don't know why I waste so much of my time, either. But lately I've started to think that maybe my standards of "efficiency" are off, and maybe humans have a need to spend some time just sitting around.
I recently read something called "things that make us smart," or I read the introduction to it anyway, and it said that our society tries to make humans be "smart" in the way that machines are "smart", which is not our strong suit, so no wonder we feel inadequate--and instead we should appreciate how humans are smart. maybe this is an example of that.
i could also point out that we spent an hour or so together yesterday, but for most if not all of that time, we were both typing on your blog at separate computers. There's a moral to that story somewhere.
Have fun in Texas!
I recently read something called "things that make us smart," or I read the introduction to it anyway, and it said that our society tries to make humans be "smart" in the way that machines are "smart", which is not our strong suit, so no wonder we feel inadequate--and instead we should appreciate how humans are smart. maybe this is an example of that.
i could also point out that we spent an hour or so together yesterday, but for most if not all of that time, we were both typing on your blog at separate computers. There's a moral to that story somewhere.
Have fun in Texas!
Do your parents want you to come home? Sounds like they have been worried about you, at least from that card your dad sent. I have an anxiety problem, too, and it can be scary.
Yay! go home! you'll have a good time and you won't have to be around my general crankiness.
