My current philosophy...

Date: 2000-05-02 20:07:00

My current philosophy is to grab an mp3 whenever I see it referenced somewhere on someone's webpage. So I spent an hour or so grabbing (or trying to grab) various Green Day mp3s. Found a couple good songs -- thanks for the reference. They're running through my xmms playlist right now -- fun for the whole family.

I made a fact-finding incursion last night, and haven't told anyone yet. This really isn't very much like me, to keep quiet on things like this. I obviously don't want to tell the whole campus I did something that the Powers That Be won't like, but I usually tell *someone*. Two reasons, I think: I didn't actually gain access to much of anywhere, despite scraping off decent patches of skin on my right elbow and knee, and it all felt so surealistic at the time, something like the end of The Truman Show, or maybe to paraphrase Morpheus: I accepted what I saw because I expected to wake up. I did something I really didn't think would be entirely possible, but I had told myself that last night would be the best time to do so, the last good opportunity. I lashed a shiny new Maglight to my belt with fifty centimeters of nylon cord and climbed.

I remember holding you while you sleep
Every day I feel the tears the tears that you weep
Looking out of my lonely gloom, day after day
Bring it home, maybe someday soon
I give my love to you

I march steadily on towards the end of the semester. I have two pieces of engineering homework yet to finish, which will wait until tomorrow and the next day. Still tonight I have to study for two Dr. Show tests tomorrow, within three hours of each other. Physics won't be bad -- just find a few problems to do and scribble half a dozen equations on a notecard. Origins, however, is going to kick my butt. At least both my roommates are also taking the class, and we can beat each other's heads in with the book. I'm badly tempted to go to classes tomorrow without having slept, in memory of the first so-called Gathering That Will Not Be Called A Fest Tuesday night of Living Dead Week last year. I'm almost disappointed that I don't have a good reason to push myself to the limit. I've found I don't function unless I have a good amount of pressure.

I'm a loser and a user so I don't need no accuser
to try and slag me down because I know you're right