Ooof. Still overworked. But I took a break today, and went and picked up this couch that I bought from a student here. It was quite an adventure; me and some friends wheeled it the 4 blocks to my place on top of a shopping cart. Luckily the weather was nice. I love the new couch. Upon getting it upstairs, we all sat down, took our shirts off and had a drink while sitting on it. It was decided that it is a topless only couch. Marvelous.
Then I extended my break, went and played some softball with friends and ate some bbq'ed meat. Yum. And drank wine coolers. I've been into the wine coolers lately. Not being able to drink beer is kind of tragic, but wine coolers are pretty much always hilarious, and I'm big into self-deprecating humor.
But now, break is over, for awhile at least, while I grade student papers. Then tommorrow, I'll finish writing mine...
Then I extended my break, went and played some softball with friends and ate some bbq'ed meat. Yum. And drank wine coolers. I've been into the wine coolers lately. Not being able to drink beer is kind of tragic, but wine coolers are pretty much always hilarious, and I'm big into self-deprecating humor.
But now, break is over, for awhile at least, while I grade student papers. Then tommorrow, I'll finish writing mine...
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i sent him the link and we were both looking on the online and commenting to each other. pinki gets bored all day by herself, he's the only one online to talk to a lot of the time.
I think the characters generally aren't as empty as they behave - bear in mind the ever-present drug use - but they behave the way they do because that's how you fit in here. Which is a stupid notion in itself, because I don't think there's a person alive who couldn't fit in in a city of 16+ million people. It's more that I'm noticing all these people in my LA life are just absent when things get uncomfortable or difficult, and I don't blame them for it. I've bought into the game, because if you don't you get hurt - but I'm not convinced it's the way people should be.
I've just been trying to figure out exactly what it is I believe - and though I haven't come up with many answers, it's a very rewarding process. (The robot inside me is having a lot of trouble with the fact that questions, without answers, are rewarding)
I feel like I should be in a philosophy class at Reed, and that makes me want to shoot myself. Or writing a book, which again makes me want to shoot myself. I'm just inclined to the Arts and Humanities, while finding most artists and ... humanitarians (?) repulsive. It's odd.
Oh my, this got long. Anyway, I know this all sounds very crisis-like and depressed, but I'm really doing quite well. At least, I'm happy a lot of the time I'm sober, which is pretty good for me.