Academics? What's that?
A nice quote from yesterday:
"So I had a sexual fantasy about you..."
"So? I have sexual fantasies about you all the time!"
"No... I mean I had one about you today."
"Oh. Well thanks!"
I realize that I never talk about school, about academics in the academic sense. About how sometimes I sit and think about what we're being told, and other times I zone out to sexual fantasies about beautiful people. About how for every second there is a horrendous waste of my time, there is another, or several more, which are utterly fascinating. Yes I'm a geek, but yesterday just wished I could sit and think about all of this forever. And while permanent academia is appealing... well its perhaps the lifestyle I enjoy more.
Today, well today is one of the other kinds of days, I'm stuck here with a handful of articles, an hour before my group meeting, and half a page of notes. Not really acceptable I know. And writing! God forbid.
We've been having team snafus. Big ones. I won't lie to anybody about my involvment, inciting dissent and whatnot, but honestly I've tried to stand aside. The problems just seem to be compounding and with Varsity in a little over a month, I must admit its panicky. I'm panicky, and feeling fairly stressed with most aspects of life at the moment, this isn't helping.
Yesterday was, again, full. I wont' bore you with details, but the end of it was both disappointing and strangely uplifting at once. Disappointing because my open window seems to be closing, although that's not what went down on Saturday night. I should just let it lie, especially because I don't know if I should just slam the damn thing shut. Enough with the metaphors. Sorry. It was the music, later, and what a sucker I am for all of that junk, when I mentally decided I wanted to take him home. Alas, nothing was to come of it, and instead of being insulted I danced around like a fool some more ('Dancing in a way which endangers myself and others') and took myself home an hour later than I'd intended, having had two drinks more than I'd intended, ringing my oldest friend to say hello.
Its the drinking ban thing that's getting to me, after this Friday I am weaning myself off. Should save some money if nothing else. Oh but Friday... well, its not like we plan the Gong Show evenings, but I have a suspicion that I won't make it to London on Saturday due to madness and hangovers.
"So I had a sexual fantasy about you..."
"So? I have sexual fantasies about you all the time!"
"No... I mean I had one about you today."
"Oh. Well thanks!"
I realize that I never talk about school, about academics in the academic sense. About how sometimes I sit and think about what we're being told, and other times I zone out to sexual fantasies about beautiful people. About how for every second there is a horrendous waste of my time, there is another, or several more, which are utterly fascinating. Yes I'm a geek, but yesterday just wished I could sit and think about all of this forever. And while permanent academia is appealing... well its perhaps the lifestyle I enjoy more.
Today, well today is one of the other kinds of days, I'm stuck here with a handful of articles, an hour before my group meeting, and half a page of notes. Not really acceptable I know. And writing! God forbid.
We've been having team snafus. Big ones. I won't lie to anybody about my involvment, inciting dissent and whatnot, but honestly I've tried to stand aside. The problems just seem to be compounding and with Varsity in a little over a month, I must admit its panicky. I'm panicky, and feeling fairly stressed with most aspects of life at the moment, this isn't helping.
Yesterday was, again, full. I wont' bore you with details, but the end of it was both disappointing and strangely uplifting at once. Disappointing because my open window seems to be closing, although that's not what went down on Saturday night. I should just let it lie, especially because I don't know if I should just slam the damn thing shut. Enough with the metaphors. Sorry. It was the music, later, and what a sucker I am for all of that junk, when I mentally decided I wanted to take him home. Alas, nothing was to come of it, and instead of being insulted I danced around like a fool some more ('Dancing in a way which endangers myself and others') and took myself home an hour later than I'd intended, having had two drinks more than I'd intended, ringing my oldest friend to say hello.
Its the drinking ban thing that's getting to me, after this Friday I am weaning myself off. Should save some money if nothing else. Oh but Friday... well, its not like we plan the Gong Show evenings, but I have a suspicion that I won't make it to London on Saturday due to madness and hangovers.
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