Bah! I guess leisure got the better of my life and free time. Don't worry: once I return to school and work I will have more time to post here! Haha, how perverted is that? Life does funny things to you like that. Example: you are most productive when you are under stress and have a million things to finish by a certain deadline. Then when you have tons of free time? Complete and utter sloth and lack of productivity. Hell, I can rattle off so much stuff I wanted or had to do this break and didn't do or am rushing to get done now. Oops, my mistake! But really the Holiday went by so quickly and even though it was fun, seems like a daze in my mind.
On a good note, my computer is mysteriously working again, inexplicably so. The best that Best Buy could say was it must have been a short caused by loose wiring. Whatever. Funny anecdote along with that: I was going around with my Mom today doing various and sundry things, like picking up my fixed computer, getting my hair cut (it will be a shock, I assure you. Sorry all you fans of the long hair. No fears--by end of Lent Term it will be back up to length again!), and going to Borders to take advantage of their 30% discount. Now this is the funny part. At Borders, you can only use the discount one per customer. So my mom and I would determine what books and stuff we wanted and go back and forth by ourselves to the counter to different cashiers each time and use the discount to buy one thing each. After a few runs and feeling completely like cheapskates we laughed as we carried our loot off to the car: Borders didn't know what hit them.
Ahh, yes it was nice to be home for 3 weeks. Almost too short in a way. I think life is accelerating and there is nothing I/we can do to stop it. As Steve Miller said "Time keeps on slipping into the future" Again restlessness creeps up on me and something seems not quite right. And once you see it, you can't go back to how it once was: the cat is out of the bag. I guess you could say I have a crisis of free will: do I really have control over my life and what I am doing? Or am I playing out a script written a long long time ago and my actions have all be set up for me? Do we just follow in the footsteps of our family before us and are doomed to repeat what they do and take on their characteristics and become what we despise? (cf "Cat's in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin and The Breakfast Club) And if the game has been rigged (or even worse, completely decided for us already) who the Hell has written it and why?
Haha, I sound like a stereotypical worrying Socrates! Depressing thoughts no? Maybe there is hope for us to say a big "Fuck you" to those forces trying to corral us and break free and do what we want and will.
On that note I hop the Pond in less than a day. Scriptwriter, if you are listening, don't mess things up too much or end my plotline just yet. Thanks
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