The Mundane
Oct. 21st, 2002 05:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirlIt's one of those nights I just know I'm not gonna get any sleep. I haven't been sleeping very well at all this week. That one night I stayed up crying until four in the morning threw off my whole schedule. So I've been overly tired all week, exceptionally so today, and even so I can't seem to sleep when I'm suppose to. What gives?
Anyway it's been a quiet weekend. Gemma has gone to Arkansas so I've had the apartent to myself. Saturday night T and I went to see the improv troup and marvelled at how terible they have become. I remember first year they were spot on, always hilarious, always on their toes. Now, eh. Half the members are good. Jake, Cori and Nate are all top quality. Lauren, Jackie and Dan are all a little too unreliable. T and I were reflecting on which improvers we miss. I miss Ralph, Jeremy, Jake Bishop, Shannon, Amy, Chris, Dan, Joe Mo, and Gabe. Gabe is too funny to be wasted as the MC he should be one of the performers.
I have a psych test tomorrow that I am not at all prepared for. Heck, I could be studying for it right now, but am I? I also have to write a response for Rob, and I have to start revising my Inanna paper because, guess what? Hellenga wants me to present it to the class! Whoop dee fucking doo. I don't mind giving oral presentations, truthfully, I find them rather fun. But my paper really wasn't that good or well thought out. Hell I wrote it three hours before I turned it in for christs sake! The thesis wasn't terribly interesting and was way too grounded in Wolkstein's assumptions.
Oh and while I'm thinking of it, I'd best warn my readers that you will be seeing a giant spike in the amount of private entries in the forthcoming weeks. You'll notice i haven't been writing as much recently. Thats because I'm finding that there are things, many things, I need to keep to myself. I don't know where this came from. I mean, MEEEEE, the quintessential exhibitionist, the girl who is ready and willing to cause a scene, who is not afraid to be stared at, who is always waiting for the moment to lay her cards on the table, ME, wanting to keep shit private? It's just weird.
But in the past few days so much has happened apart from the mundane things I've been writing about, and most of them are really nobody's business. It was surprising to realize that. Situations a, b, and c are no ones business. Those things are for me. I don't usually keep things for myself. I like to share. But my desire to be open is subsiding. I require a lot less attention than I did a year or two years ago, or even a few months ago.
Don't worry I'll still keep every one informed. My content might just become a little less explicit.
Anyway it's been a quiet weekend. Gemma has gone to Arkansas so I've had the apartent to myself. Saturday night T and I went to see the improv troup and marvelled at how terible they have become. I remember first year they were spot on, always hilarious, always on their toes. Now, eh. Half the members are good. Jake, Cori and Nate are all top quality. Lauren, Jackie and Dan are all a little too unreliable. T and I were reflecting on which improvers we miss. I miss Ralph, Jeremy, Jake Bishop, Shannon, Amy, Chris, Dan, Joe Mo, and Gabe. Gabe is too funny to be wasted as the MC he should be one of the performers.
I have a psych test tomorrow that I am not at all prepared for. Heck, I could be studying for it right now, but am I? I also have to write a response for Rob, and I have to start revising my Inanna paper because, guess what? Hellenga wants me to present it to the class! Whoop dee fucking doo. I don't mind giving oral presentations, truthfully, I find them rather fun. But my paper really wasn't that good or well thought out. Hell I wrote it three hours before I turned it in for christs sake! The thesis wasn't terribly interesting and was way too grounded in Wolkstein's assumptions.
Oh and while I'm thinking of it, I'd best warn my readers that you will be seeing a giant spike in the amount of private entries in the forthcoming weeks. You'll notice i haven't been writing as much recently. Thats because I'm finding that there are things, many things, I need to keep to myself. I don't know where this came from. I mean, MEEEEE, the quintessential exhibitionist, the girl who is ready and willing to cause a scene, who is not afraid to be stared at, who is always waiting for the moment to lay her cards on the table, ME, wanting to keep shit private? It's just weird.
But in the past few days so much has happened apart from the mundane things I've been writing about, and most of them are really nobody's business. It was surprising to realize that. Situations a, b, and c are no ones business. Those things are for me. I don't usually keep things for myself. I like to share. But my desire to be open is subsiding. I require a lot less attention than I did a year or two years ago, or even a few months ago.
Don't worry I'll still keep every one informed. My content might just become a little less explicit.
