Today

I slept in until Noon. It was a long-needed indungence. I took my time waking up, talked with Leslie, hand luch around 1:30 and called mi madre. Me and mom chatted a long time about school and work and credit cards and family - my family is so cool, through and through. At about 2:30 or so, Rose came over, and I was to chofer them between school and Cosco. We went over that way, they got some foodstuffs and such, I deposited my checks, and I think I now have about $32 to my name. Whee!

Got back here to find our plans for the night had disolved. As such, I got online where I talked with Rachel for a while and found that Mere is really excited to see me for Thanksgiving. those are going to be an awsome five days, let me tell you - the Mock girls are grand. I also discovered that I met Rachel when she was 11 - that's over six years ago. Weird.

Kinda muddled about on my computer for a bit, and scanned through some more of the songs I've downloaded - still deleting a great deal of them, but I've decided I like this one band The Tea Party, though I'm not sure how to describe their style. I also like some (emphasis) by Lucky Boy Confession and a few by Union Underground - I think I want to get more of their stuff.

And that's been my day, materially speaking - that is to say, I've been doing alot of thinking, and as such I have a bit of material for a few more Discourses. If I get the time, I'll make sure to post them up - first on The Gemini Syndrom (as prompted by Trevor and Rose), then on The Effect Of Music (as it refers to one's nature), and finally The Meaning Of Life (as counterpoint to the pessimistic conclusions of my room mate). Before that, though, I think I need to shave and take a shower - I feel grimy after all that driving.

Erk. Frustration!

That was an exercise in futility - my project on discussing The Gemini Syndrome rather blew up in my face - an hour or three ago I knew precicely what I wanted to say and how I would say it. After three drafts, I still didn't like how my discussion of the topic was going. What I was saying felt tainted, and it didn't even make very much sense. As such, it has been abandoned.

I would still like to attempt a discussion of The Effect of Music and, of course, The Meaning Of Life, but I'm not sure if now is an appropriate time. I've found that frustration often only breeds more frustration, and I would hate to kill three topics in one night. As it is, my brain feels rather like mush, and I think I'll hold off until I have more grasp of my wits.

As a final note, I heard back from my dad, today, who's in town, and he and I are going to go to dinner tomorrow after I get off work - with any luch, I can get a nice Steak Dinner out of the bargain. And maybe some more food for my room. Until then, let's see if I can find something to stimulate my mind.

Lyrics

This queen you think you own wants to be a hunter again.
I want to see the world alone again.
To take a chance on life again.