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wednesday, december 23, 1998, 05:04 trying to get a better handle on the world is going to be difficult if i can't concentrate on it for more than five minutes at a time. at a friend's tonight, we started talking of the president's pants and all of the shit surrounding them these days. discussion bounced around between whether the president should be above the law and whether or not we should protect the institution of the presidency and what if he did some really bad things and oh, how well did you say those stepper motors were? was asked. and all of a sudden, the world seemed not so important any more. the conversation went like that all night, bouncing from euthanasia to the president and back to dreams of the future and on to what happens when the national power grid goes down when the clock strikes midnight and we roll over to y2k hysteria and we're all fighting for food at the now dark grocery store and on to bigger and better things. i just don't have the time in school these days just to sit down and talk with people. i'm always running off to meetings, or, i've noticed, if i'm not working or running away, then there's either nobody else around or we're playing playstation. i think that now, in my last semester of college, i should make a decided effort to talk to more people. and i should start with that cute girl...
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