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Apr. 11th, 2003 10:21 amIt's been a long, pointless, surreal week, and for this, I am profoundly grateful.
Did my chemistry homework in class. Go me.
On the upside, I have a new theme, and shiny new icons. (Mostly new. I had to keep the graffiti one, because, "I love you today more than yesterday" is a quote to live up to.)
These last few days have had me walking the tightrope of self-doubt, recrimination, boredom and good old worryworryworry. There are times when I don't like myself much (for whatever reason), and this is one of them. Bah on this very-close-to-angsting business.
I don't like having to think ahead, and I'm having to. Again. I thought I was done with this college choosing, but evidently not. Now I'm weighing science against art, school against travel, and doing against thinking. My head is telling me one thing, and it's hard to argue it's point, especially because my heart is off on some completely unrelated tangent.
I don't know what I'm doing in school. I don't know, and if I don't know, why bother? It isn't expected of me, so why aren’t I in Peru? Am I really that boring enough that I want to be here?
In other, unrelated news, my livejournal syndication feeds aren't coming though to my friends list. I find this obnoxious. Especially because it isn't all my feeds, just some of them. Namely, the ones that have any humor value. It's nice to read the CSM headlines on my friends list, because I check that more often than I pick up a paper. And the Journalistica blog is brilliant, because some of us can't afford the two-hundred-dollar-a-year subscription, much as we’d like it. But Calvin and Hobbes! Boondocks! Dave Barry! When they were all working, it was nice.
Right.
That's all I had.
Did my chemistry homework in class. Go me.
On the upside, I have a new theme, and shiny new icons. (Mostly new. I had to keep the graffiti one, because, "I love you today more than yesterday" is a quote to live up to.)
These last few days have had me walking the tightrope of self-doubt, recrimination, boredom and good old worryworryworry. There are times when I don't like myself much (for whatever reason), and this is one of them. Bah on this very-close-to-angsting business.
I don't like having to think ahead, and I'm having to. Again. I thought I was done with this college choosing, but evidently not. Now I'm weighing science against art, school against travel, and doing against thinking. My head is telling me one thing, and it's hard to argue it's point, especially because my heart is off on some completely unrelated tangent.
I don't know what I'm doing in school. I don't know, and if I don't know, why bother? It isn't expected of me, so why aren’t I in Peru? Am I really that boring enough that I want to be here?
In other, unrelated news, my livejournal syndication feeds aren't coming though to my friends list. I find this obnoxious. Especially because it isn't all my feeds, just some of them. Namely, the ones that have any humor value. It's nice to read the CSM headlines on my friends list, because I check that more often than I pick up a paper. And the Journalistica blog is brilliant, because some of us can't afford the two-hundred-dollar-a-year subscription, much as we’d like it. But Calvin and Hobbes! Boondocks! Dave Barry! When they were all working, it was nice.
Right.
That's all I had.
