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Aug. 31st, 2003 07:49 pmThis is going to be one of those severely unhealthy weekends. All I need to complete it is someone to angst all over me tomorrow.
Saturday mid-day with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pixie_of_spite was lovely. We saw a local short film festival, (which, for the record, is free) had lunch, and spent way too much time in used bookstores. Indicomics are hard on the wallet, but I now own "Slow News Day," "The Chuckling Whatsit," "Wither and Whence" and a battered copy of American Gods, which isn't an indicomic, but is by Neil Gaimen, so ha. Also acquired a bumper sticker with the truth about the English language.
Saturday morning and evening were spent being anti-social art nerd. Oh yes. Sekrit projecto parts five through twelve completed! Now back to the first five, or on to the next twenty! Whee! Still, I feel as though I have managed to accomplish something.
Friday evening instead of carousing like a good college student ought on the beginning of a three day weekend, I sat home and read some books about Buddhism. I can usually get about eight pages into one before the whine of "dharma dharma dharma " starts echoing in my head. Buddhists are so self-righteously smug.
Anyway, today is one of the few Buddhist holidays I observe. This means fasting. *sigh* On a climbing day. My stomach is trying to claw its way through my spine, but I can only repeat the mantra "You brought this on yourself." Which I did. But now I'm hungry and my hands are sore, I am squinting (because once again, I forgot my sunglasses), frustrated because of … blah blah blah.
I came home from climbing and did pull ups on the bar in my closet. (I'm almost positive that has a name.) It is simultaneously heartening and annoying that I could do eight pull ups after a day of climbing. Heartening because youth evidently does have it's advantages, annoying because man, wasn't I working hard enough out there?
Am undecided about trying to beat myself up a little more and do my homework.
Edit:My back is popping something ridiculous. I mean really. Also, sour soymilk is not something I would wish on my worst enemy.
Saturday mid-day with
pixie_of_spite was lovely. We saw a local short film festival, (which, for the record, is free) had lunch, and spent way too much time in used bookstores. Indicomics are hard on the wallet, but I now own "Slow News Day," "The Chuckling Whatsit," "Wither and Whence" and a battered copy of American Gods, which isn't an indicomic, but is by Neil Gaimen, so ha. Also acquired a bumper sticker with the truth about the English language. Saturday morning and evening were spent being anti-social art nerd. Oh yes. Sekrit projecto parts five through twelve completed! Now back to the first five, or on to the next twenty! Whee! Still, I feel as though I have managed to accomplish something.
Friday evening instead of carousing like a good college student ought on the beginning of a three day weekend, I sat home and read some books about Buddhism. I can usually get about eight pages into one before the whine of "dharma dharma dharma " starts echoing in my head. Buddhists are so self-righteously smug.
Anyway, today is one of the few Buddhist holidays I observe. This means fasting. *sigh* On a climbing day. My stomach is trying to claw its way through my spine, but I can only repeat the mantra "You brought this on yourself." Which I did. But now I'm hungry and my hands are sore, I am squinting (because once again, I forgot my sunglasses), frustrated because of … blah blah blah.
I came home from climbing and did pull ups on the bar in my closet. (I'm almost positive that has a name.) It is simultaneously heartening and annoying that I could do eight pull ups after a day of climbing. Heartening because youth evidently does have it's advantages, annoying because man, wasn't I working hard enough out there?
Am undecided about trying to beat myself up a little more and do my homework.
Edit:My back is popping something ridiculous. I mean really. Also, sour soymilk is not something I would wish on my worst enemy.
