The Myth & The Majesty

O sleep! Where did you go? Why did you desert me? What can I do to bring you back? So tired ... Oy. What I wouldn't do for another night of good, long sleep. I actually got one of those this weekend, only to completely nullify it by last night's lack of anything remotely like good sleep. Naturally, since I have to work today. Oh, and just for the record? It rained all night. All night. All. Night. A new occurrence for RC, I believe. Possible cause of Why I Couldn't Sleep. Anyway, during one of my bouts of insomnia, I turned on the television and was reminded of several of the commercials that have bothered me lately. First, the new Juicy Juice tagline -- "The very best juice for the very best kids." Talk about your subconscious guilt trips! After all, if your kids are the best, they need Juicy Juice ... but if they don't have the juice, maybe they're not really the best. (Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to Juicy Juice. Actually, I like the stuff. I just ...

So very, very tired. It's been an interesting weekend thus far. Spent some quality time at the Playhouse (and I have to admit, I'm a little lost among thespians -- that's a world far from Techland, but it's a fun one), got to hang out a bit with Ashli, Zeeb, and Andy the Expatriate. Well, not so much, but he has deserted us for the summer. Tomorrow I have an official vacation day. Technically, I have a few things to take care of, but that should only take a couple of hours, as long as I don't waste time. Much more vacation-like than a regular Monday. I wish I had something interesting to talk about, but ... well, life just isn't right now. Ah, yes. Stumbled across this blog as well ... I hope that when/if I hit Mom-days, I can have this sense of humor about things. This is all I've got for now. Lots of nothingness. Sorry to disappoint. Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly is to the bone.

The good news: I'm now immune to typhoid. The bad news ... Okay, so today there's not really any "bad" news. It's been pretty uneventful, except for the typhoid thing. Worked some, got my shots, went to supper with my grandparents ... That's about it. Last night was great, though. I finally had a night I could actually relax -- watched some TV, took care of some more Russia stuff, was a general lazy bum. It was nice, but I have to wonder how people do that on a frequent basis; I'd get bored out of my skull. I'm starting a new blog; you can get to it from the link in my sidebar. I've missed having an outlet for fiction, and decided a new blog would be preferable for that, compared to my creative non-fiction found here. This one shouldn't suffer much; I'll still want to vent about everything else. That's all I've got for today. Hello to Jen, Darren, Ashli, and whomever else may be reading this. And again -- where did "Migrate...

My freeze-dryer works! If, two years ago, you had told me that this is what would make me happy, I would have cried in desperation for where my life was going. But I'm surprisingly comfortable with the idea now. After several weeks of frustration, the thing actually works, meaning I can do my research now -- and actually accomplish something. Whee! In other news, I got WebMessenger to work on this thing, so now I can use MSN from my own computer! Double whee! I've only been trying to do that for a year and a half. In unhappy news, I'm getting my shots tomorrow (finally). I know how that sounds, and a few of you are probably happy to entertain that simple humor. Feel free. I'm equipping myself to leave the country at last. (Yep, entertain that one, too.) Umm ... yeah. Sorry, Ashli, not much to report. Same to you, Darren. It's been a pretty dull week. Last night was pretty cool -- a bunch of us went out, and it was fun, with the exception of walking into Paddy's ...

This is the first genuinely relaxing weekend I've had since ... I don't even remember. That's a little unnerving. In any case, it's been a good one. Cruised around the Hills a little bit yesterday on the back of a motorcycle ... Now that's a good way to spend an afternoon (hi, Aaron). Not much doing today. Finally got some laundry done, watched "Shrek 2" on HBO, generally relaxed. Maybe tonight's a Borders night ... or an Applebees night ... or a Perkins night ... Or maybe it's just a sit-and-do-nothing night. What do you think, Ashli? And why won't my keys all work consistantly? A quick question to Eric, if he's out there. Where'd you go, man? Been trying to check your blog but I keep getting a "Sorry, that blog doesn't actually exist anymore" message. Why the disappearing act? Let's see ... what else is going on ... Work is pretty normal. Still learning the ropes, sort of, and developing my experiments. I...

Summer's in full swing, and has been for a week and a half now (at least for me). Quick outline of the summer thus far: - Watched everybody leave on Saturday (the 7th). - Started packing, but only half-heartedly. - Started work full time last Monday (the 9th). - Then it rained (the 10th). - Then it snowed (the 11th). - Then it kept snowing (still the 11th) until I almost got stuck in the middle of the road trying to get back up to my dorm. Eight inches later, it finally stopped. - That was also my birthday, which was a lot of fun. My boss bought us supper that night (which was an entirely unexpected surprise, and very nice of her). - Made it as far as Mitchell on Friday night (the 13th). - Home on Saturday morning (the 14th). My sister made it home a few hours later. - Lots of good food and lots of people on Saturday. - Sunday it was church, some lunch, and then back on the road, bound for good ol' RC again. - Yeah, that was what the last post was about. The deer was the event ...

Here we are. It's the last official day of the spring 2005 semester, and ... I'm ambivalent. It's the end of an era. There are about 8 of us who have essentially lived together here in Connolly for the last three years, and now we're splitting up. A few of us to a house or two, a few to co-ops and internships, a few just to another dorm because someone got their rooms first. It's weird, and a little unsettling; we're growing up. I made some comment about "having an adult around" last week, and one girl turned to me and said, "Well, what are we?" (There, I proved my outlook further by calling her a girl.) I feel a little lost with this whole adult thing. I don't feel like I'm almost 21, like most of my friends are officially old enough to be married and have kids. I don't feel like a senior in college, or like I can rent a house. But that's precisely what's happening. Today, that doesn't matter. Today is just a ...

It's that time of year again, and I'm ready to get out of here. Seems only fitting, therefore, that I'm not actually leaving until the end of June. For the first time ever, I'm not sick of my classes. I am, however, tired of the school itself, tired of this little room that's been home for 18 of the last 21 months, tired of the people (sorry, but I'm sick of you), tired of the food, tired of the group projects, tired of the meetings ... All in all sick of being here. It's that time of year again, time for full-fledged burnout and general exhaustion. Time to start fantasizing about drop-kicking a thermodynamics book the length of three football fields. Time to buckle down and study so that the week ends with some form of success, however mild it may be. Time to get as much planned before the dorms close because your next semester's schedule won't be on your mind mid-July. Time to pack up all that was accumulated in the last nine months and once...