Akaky Akakyovich (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} admiralbunny) wrote,@ 2005-03-02 08:58:00 |
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things whose lameness annoys me
* people who keep insisting that they hate tv and never watch it (oooh, do you want a medal?)
* people who claim enlightenment only to distinguish themselves as better than other people
That's it. Only two today.
I think the livejournal has cursed me not to ever write in a rl journal ever again. I have two: the leather wrap-around beauty that Jenn let me buy in Italy, and the blue felt-covered one that my brother gave me for Christmas two years ago and has suffered some water damage, crinkling all the pages and the drawing he put in it. The leather one is too big to carry around with me, and the blue one is annoying because my brother gave it to me and I let it get damaged. I did imagine yesterday the simplicity of carrying my red satchel with just a journal in it, either one, and some pens. I mean, right now I have three manila folders (random ideas, school writing, and school - other people's stuff), a large blue Penn State notebook, my creative writing textbook (which I rarely read and find minimally helpful), at least two revolving library books (today, three: Collapse by Jared Diamond, Strange But True [set in Radnor, about a mile from here!], by John Searles [and poorly crafted, if I may say so], and Skin, a book of poems by April Lindner), my day planner and some pens and random scraps of paper (receipts, most likely.) Phew. All this is packed in a small red sack made of rather thin, but surprisingly strong, red material. Think of emptying my bag, and placing one simple journal in it (and MAYBE one book, maybe) and skipping off to work or to the coffee shop to write.
work-unrelated pictures I have tacked up to my cubicle walls:
* Sophe in a crazy vampire-faced twist, curled from tail to head.
* st. johns' calender, on march: two kids wokring on dna at a lab blackboard
* pic of esl and the fishpond (also on st. john's campus) covered in snow
* idea for my painting, sketched with pen and highlighter: sun in space with photons flying off
Last night my teacher used my story as an example for the whole class, in a good way. This makes me happy.
Tonight: call my sister, Meg and Leslie/ do laundry
* people who keep insisting that they hate tv and never watch it (oooh, do you want a medal?)
* people who claim enlightenment only to distinguish themselves as better than other people
That's it. Only two today.
I think the livejournal has cursed me not to ever write in a rl journal ever again. I have two: the leather wrap-around beauty that Jenn let me buy in Italy, and the blue felt-covered one that my brother gave me for Christmas two years ago and has suffered some water damage, crinkling all the pages and the drawing he put in it. The leather one is too big to carry around with me, and the blue one is annoying because my brother gave it to me and I let it get damaged. I did imagine yesterday the simplicity of carrying my red satchel with just a journal in it, either one, and some pens. I mean, right now I have three manila folders (random ideas, school writing, and school - other people's stuff), a large blue Penn State notebook, my creative writing textbook (which I rarely read and find minimally helpful), at least two revolving library books (today, three: Collapse by Jared Diamond, Strange But True [set in Radnor, about a mile from here!], by John Searles [and poorly crafted, if I may say so], and Skin, a book of poems by April Lindner), my day planner and some pens and random scraps of paper (receipts, most likely.) Phew. All this is packed in a small red sack made of rather thin, but surprisingly strong, red material. Think of emptying my bag, and placing one simple journal in it (and MAYBE one book, maybe) and skipping off to work or to the coffee shop to write.
work-unrelated pictures I have tacked up to my cubicle walls:
* Sophe in a crazy vampire-faced twist, curled from tail to head.
* st. johns' calender, on march: two kids wokring on dna at a lab blackboard
* pic of esl and the fishpond (also on st. john's campus) covered in snow
* idea for my painting, sketched with pen and highlighter: sun in space with photons flying off
Last night my teacher used my story as an example for the whole class, in a good way. This makes me happy.
Tonight: call my sister, Meg and Leslie/ do laundry
