A Detour Is a Choice Between Two Tasks, Each With Its Own Pros And Cons

Well!  It’s February!  Would you look at that!  I feel like such a shithead for not writing here for the past three weeks.  Seriously, like I couldn’t sleep last night because my mind was racing with things I wanted to write about.  I know I’m not really accountable to anyone with regards to this blog because no one reads it, but the whole reason I started writing here wasn’t to become some famous-on-the-internet blogger.  It was more for my peace of mind than anything, because writing clears my head tremendously, and it’s actually something I’ve been doing mentally my whole life.  Seriosuly, when I was younger, I would just imagine how some writers would set down the most mundane daily events of my life in my head, narrating everyday shit to myself, like “As she exited her school building, Meredith scanned the mass of cars in the parking lot for her father’s distinguishable red [whatever kind of car that was].  She spotted it easily, strode over, and climbed in, pulling the door shut behind her.”  WHAT?  What is that, internet?  It’s so frightening that things like that happen in my head, but that’s something that happens all the time.  Only, uh, I think I’m a better writer now than I was when I would’ve thoguht something like that, which was 5th grade.  I mean, a better writer in my head.  And in real life too, I guess, but I ain’t tryin to give myself props here, people.  That’s your job.  Man, probably the only reason I have friends is because I’ve never told anyone about that habit, ever. 

Another reason I write is summed up in one of my favorite quotes: “Writing is opening up a crack just wide enough to let some light into you, and some you onto the page, so that the next person feels less alone”.  I hope someday someone stumbles across what I have written here and sees something they can relate to, apply to their life, or just laugh at because they’ve been there before.  That’s what I want.  And in the meantime, if it means that a little light is let into me in the process, so that I figure out something abut myself as well?  All the better, I say.  It’s why I keep this up and why I don’t really think I’ll ever be able to stop writing; it’ll always go on, I hope, in some capacity.  And that quote, by the way, was taken from one of these, believe it or not. 

So, ok, I sat down to write an update with some of the silly and, yes, mundane things that have been going on in my life, and ended up accidentally getting all philisophical on your ass.  It happens.  Next time, maybe, I can tell you all about dancing with creepers and my thoughts on Keira Knightley.  But for now, I have to go learn how to write a sentence using the phrase anstatt…zu for my German test tomorrow.  Auf Wiedersehen!

Well, I feel like I had an update or two, but they’re all gone form my head right now, so I’ll just say this: today I saw the video for Death Cab For Cutie’s “I’ll Follow You Into The Dark” and as that hole in his floor kept getting bigger and bigger everyday, it just kept reminding me, God knows why, of The Metamorphosis.  This makes twice in two entries that Franz Kafka’s made an appearance.  He’s getting his own tag.

So I was thinking in the shower and my head started to do that thing when you think about a word too much and it makes no sense anymore, and you’re like, “Why this random assortment of letters to mean this thing?”  I briefly considered thinking more deeply about Structuralism, and then was like, “Nah, fuck it”.  And, not gonna lie about it, this all came about because I was thinking about Kafka and all of his girlfriends. 

Currently, my roommate is viewing YouTube videos that have made me think fondly of Torrin’s Passage and her exclaim, “I can’t help it, I love Asians!”

In Summation

Best Parts Of My Day Today:

• Two midterms, both waaaaaaaay easier than expected
• My least favorite class, canceled!
• Sunshine rain
• Tommorow’s Pre-lab, already finished
• Time to get coffee
• This sentence from my Literary Theory book: “For many of us who consider ourselves lovers of literature, phrases such as ‘the random play of signifiers’ and ‘the transcendental signified’ evoke the kind of fear and loathing the Crusaders must have felt when they learned that the infidels had taken the Holy City”.  That made me throw my head back and laugh out loud.

Worst Part Of My Day Today:

• My white chocolate mocha was totally not mixed up at all

Best Part Of The Worst Part Of My Day Today:

• It was totally not a homogeneous solution!  If you drew samples from the top and bottom sections of the drink, their properties would not be the same!  Cheeeeeeemmmmiiiisssssttttrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy!

Select Items From My Google Search History

Part 2 (and a sidenote: the earliest items on this list go waaaaaay back to April, so therefore, I really cannot tell you why I was interested in “nubian” or Jewish names or John Larroquette.  April feels like a really long time ago.)

• “This Island’s Mine” by Philip Osment
• Die Bienenkoenigen
• nubian
• mole people
• glaven
• Arbor Day
• Montreal Canadiens
• Jewish names
• Betsy-Tacy
• John Larroquette
• how many countries are there in the world
• Sophocles quote
• the one you are trusting suspiciously dusting the sill
• Cincinnati Christian
• Queen Latifah
• Rena Sofer
• Bay Area Credit
• abrogation
• Madchen Amick wikipedia
• Kigali
• Tina Fey scar
• web md
• dulcimer pictures
• Hedwig and the Angry Inch
• took myself to the movie show, sat myself in the very first row
• heavens to betsy
• Foucault Discipline and Punish (followed, awesomely, directly by…)
• touch my body
• twinkle dwivedi
• Ben Folds way to normal
• Old 97’s
• Charles Keating
• im not a policeman, im a princess

Chemistry Exam at 6:00!

Sitting alone in my room, I began to rise to retrieve a textbook, and said to myself, “Damn, I feel like I’m moving through the ether!”  How do I even have friends?