:: I am ::
:: 09:44:43 AM ::
:: Saturday, March 22, 2003 ::
Hallo, Benly One.
:: 52 ::
:: 10:37:14 PM ::
:: Thursday, March 20, 2003 ::
"Yesterday, December 7th"
Yesterday, March 19th
" - a date which will live in infamy - "
- a date which will live in infamy -
"the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan."
the United States of America suddenly and deliberately attacked the country of Iraq.
:: Temper ::
:: 06:24:52 PM ::
:: Monday, March 17, 2003 ::
I believe that, once the temperature rises above 50 or 60 degrees (and thus 70 to 90 degrees inside, depending on where you are), I lose the will to do work. At all. Of any sort.
:: Disturb ::
:: 10:49:42 AM ::
:: Wednesday, March 12, 2003 ::
I have no words for this article.
:: Nonsensical ::
:: 07:47:01 PM ::
:: Monday, March 10, 2003 ::
Sometimes I can't believe I'm sitting here.
What right do I have to sit in my chair -- well fed, healthy, warm -- and bitch and moan about writing a paper? I was born with these comforts. I did nothing to earn them. And the millions of people in Africa and Asia and South America and here in the US that live in filth and suffering and pain...they didn't do anything for that either (many of them, in any case).
Life isn't fair. It's a horrifically simple truth.
Sometimes I feel so arrogant, if I complain at all. I have *so much* that's wonderful. I have hot water when I need it to soothe my headaches; I have a clean, warm bed to sleep in every night. I have friends and a loving family. I have food and entertainment and intellectual stimulation. I have toys and treats.
But, if I don't complain...it just bottles up. That's not healthy. Deliberately doing things that aren't healthy is stupid and ungrateful. It's a kind of paradox; complaining about my silly little problems is arrogant, but refraining about complaining about my problems simply for fear of that arrogance is to reject those gifts I have been given.
I think I need sleep.
In other news: the University Center now has a nice salad bar. This is happy making for the SajelyOne.
:: Essayin' and Bitchin' ::
:: 01:24:43 AM ::
:: Monday, March 10, 2003 ::
Writing this essay is like pulling out my own teeth. Only with more mental pain than physical.
I can't even figure out why...the English-paper-writing process was never pleasant for me, but I don't remember it being this bad.
Maybe it's lack of practice. I don't know...whatever it is, I want it gone.
:: Breaking ::
:: 01:58:46 PM ::
:: Sunday, March 9, 2003 ::
One of the few problems with breaks from school: eventually, they must end.
And that means Wee-Look-How-Much-Work-I-Have-To-Do Sunday has arrived.
:: Gimme A Break ::
:: 07:31:23 PM ::
:: Thursday, March 6, 2003 ::
The scrumptous Mid-semester Break has arrived, full of tasty lack-of-classes filling.
Went to the SportsWorks with friends today...it was very unbusy, so we got to try everything. I went on the Roller Coaster simulator with Sirisha three times.
:: Till Next Time ::
:: 07:56:30 PM ::
:: Friday, February 28, 2003 ::
As the sun sets on a beautiful day in your neighborhood, we all think of you. Good night, Fred.
I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.
- Fred Rogers "Won't You Be My Neighbor?"