another kind of me

Think of them as thoughtlets.
(but what are they really?)

For the week of september 14, 1997

monday, september 15, 1997, 02:34

another magic time.
right now, i have:
an ear infection.
no center of gravity
antibiotics
a little braid in my hair
pain in my wrists
homework i don't understand
people that don't understand
great amounts of confusion
fear
clean clothes
good friends
new outlooks on life
beer in the fridge
a cleaner room
christmas lights
a theatre that i love
membership in an organization
or two
finally
responsibility
to people
to places
to myself
today i have my life.

wednesday, september 17, 1997, 01:09
it's relatively early, for me. This is impressive. Not that it really means that much, since I haven't been doing any work today anyway. Must do some of that lest i fall too far behind and get completely screwed.
Found out today that I don't actually write papers for classes. No, what I write are more like conversations with the professor (or ta, or whatever), which isn't necessarily a bad thing, except when the person reading said papers doesn't like to be spoken to in writing.
"Good work... A little colloquial in tone..."
Well duh.
Either have to work on that, or just let it go. All depends on whether I think i can get away with it.
Regardless. I get the ideas across. That should be all that matters.
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My roommate's asleep. He's in his chair, music playing, lights on. His head's tipped back. And he's snoring. I look at him, and all I can really think is "damn, that can't be comfortable."
we alternate. He'll fall asleep in his chair, then i'll fall asleep on my bed. Then he'll get up and look at me asleep. Then he'll fall asleep on his bed. Then I'll get up and look at him asleep. Then I'll fack back asleep.
I've got to work on that. I'm not even a month into school yet and I'm already mucking myself up like that.
Been spending entirely too much time in the theatre lately. Can't tell if I'm hiding from something, or trying to hide, or just procrastinating, or actually trying to do some good. My friends talk of being too busy, of not being able to hold onto their responsibilities to the theatre. All about priorities.
I can't help but think that my priorities are in the wrong place entirely. But I can't help it. School just doesn't seem to excite me right now. Lectures, those excite me. But the work associated with it. I just can't deal. I don't have the motivation. I don't have the energy.
I don't have a phat chair in which to do my work. That's probably the biggest problem.
Gotta get me a dope chair. It'll be all good then.