| Ok, it's an overdone subject: But I can't believe how much I zone out
when I'm reading. It's not that the subject is boring. I was reading
Locke, and it's pretty interesting. It's just I was thinking about all
sorts of other things. And it was ridiculous.
I logged onto IM tonight. It was weird. Freshman year I religiously
used instant messenger. I had a special arrangement of the windows on
the computer to optimize mail checking / web surfing while being able
to see multiple windows. (The arrangement still stands by the way) It
was strange because I was really desperate for human contact, so I was
constantly checking my mail and logging on to instant messenger. But
nothing happened. I think my freshman year was about as lonely as I've
been. Why am I telling you this? It's a blog, and there is no reason.
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| The Frames: For the Birds.
How did the planets align so perfectly to create such a beautiful,
consistently desirable album? How can I make them align around me?
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| Have you ever had a dream and not realized it was a dream until later
in the day? For example, you could have a dream that Joel gave you a
CD. If you thought about it you would realize it's not true, but for
most of the day it remains true because it's a sort of passive
knowledge. Then, finally, at the end of the day you see Joel, and
suddenly it dawns on you: That was a dream. You have received no CDs
from Joel.
I think that I have recurring dreams. The only evidence I have of this
is that I'll be going through my day and suddenly I have some dawning
realization that X is not real. But the thing is, these are wild, non-linear recurring dreams. I realize that X
isn't real, but I have no idea what it is. There's cylinders and lines
and orange and maybe something about hourglasses, but I don't know
what's going on. All I have is this weird ghost of an idea, and I can't
really get a hold of what it is I'm remembering. It's happened quite a
few times, for a long time.
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| Every time I sign what should be an inconsequential contract without
really meaning it, my soul shrivels up a little bit more. But I still
do it because I try to pick my battles.
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