So 2008 is finally making its way out, ushering in a whole delightful new experience that will be 2009. This is an important year for me for a few reasons: (1) it marks the beginning of my second semester at an institute of higher learnings, (2) it is the year I make my 20th revolution around the sun, and (3) I plan to become a blue mage.
2009, a year of new beginnings and possibilities–I can hardly wait.
I’ve resolved to be a more focused thinker. It’s hard living with myself when I’m not positive with what goes on in my mind, if anything goes at all. My mind is always terrifically absent of thoughts, moreso now than previously. I guess it’s nice when I’d rather not worry about anything, but it definitely has been crippling as far as my academic ventures are concerned. Does it stem from disinterest, or maybe laziness? Or a fine combination of both. That seems the most accurate.
But, truthfully, I feel like my mind is jumbled with something. Maybe I can dredge it out with writing–let the muck ooze out my ears and nostrils. Actually, I’ve felt clogged up for a while. Fasting might be good. Ahh, if only I had some beet juice, I’d really be in business.
Yeah, I have no clarity in my thoughts, nor any obvious stream of consciousness. And it feels like I’m always trying too hard to sound intelligent, but everything ends up being trite and ridiculous. Is this maybe a funk? I hope it passes.
I made it. I’m in a higher institute of learning up in Maine.
Japanese is my favorite course, Calculus my least favorite.
So just now, I had this massive piece of glass extracted from my foot. Yesterday I was walking into my room and was sort of shuffling my feet when my right one caught something, and since we have hardwood floors I assumed it was just a regular wooden splinter that lodged itself into the ball of my foot. Whatevs. This morning I get up and ask my mother to have a look because I can’t really walk comfortably and I’m planning on flying to China in a few days, so having a limp-free gait would be grand. She gets out the needle and starts digging around and discovers, ‘Wait, this isn’t wood, it’s glass.’ Then she finds some tweezers and in one swift movement pulls out this tremendous shard of broken glass from a bottle that had been broken a few days ago in the kitchen. It was awesome.
It’s true, I’ve completed another 12 month cycle of being alive. A lot of people consider this year to be an extraordinarily ordinary one in the scroll of birthdays, but coming to the end of adolescence to me is a pretty big deal. Not that I suddenly expect to become some mature adult citizen of the world after these next 12 months or anything, it’s just that I’ll probably feel like I should be more actively working towards becoming one. Perhaps. So for me this is the last hoorah, the last year of giving no regard to social responsibilities and not caring one bit. Although that too will likely go unchanged after I’m aged two decades. Meh, whatevs.
Having just finished my birthday MoonPie, I think I’m going to set up the ol’ PS2 and play some Gitaroo Man.
Seriously, this business of changing the time a month early is ridiculous. I’m not a big fan of losing an hour to my day anyway, but having it happen in what I still consider late Winter is even more absurd. Sunlight’s great and all with its life-enabling properties to most biological creatures and I personally enjoy going out when the weather permits. I guess what bothers me most about all this is the reasoning that somehow more energy will be conserved as a result. Maybe in a country where excess isn’t the fashion DST beginning a month early makes perfect sense, but that place en’t here. Having lights on in the middle of the day is pretty typical for my parents; couple that with constant TV and computer use and I’d say that pretty well obliterates any thought of expending less energy on a day-to-day basis. And driving around in the car isn’t made any less popular by extended hours of daylight. But whatever, I’ve used up my extra hour of sun and now it’s time to turn on all the lights in the house.
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