I didn't know it was possible to be this happy.
Nothing spectacular has really happened, I am just purely, simply happy.
About time.
5.10.2009
5.04.2009
5.02.2009
It's been busy lately. Exams and the end of the semester. One more exam and I will be half way through pharmacy school. Thank you Jesus!
Though I should be studying, we just got NetFlix so I have been watching all of the movies that you can watch instantly online. I just finished Eyes Wide Shut, which was pretty freaking awesome, so I had to add all of Kubrick's films to my long list of movies I need to see. At the moment, however, I am watching a documentary about the lives of monks. Monks fascinate me, and I think gregorian chants are one of my most favorite sounds in the entire world. That's a high honor because sound is my favorite of the five senses and making it to the top of that list is difficult. The documentary is called Into Great Silence and the only sounds are the sounds the monks make going about their daily lives. So far they haven't sung or prayed but I'm enjoying it nonetheless. The point of this quick blog though is that while I'm watching this film detailing the lives of all of these men that dedicated their lives to sacrifice and silence, I keep thinking about my life and my rejection of all things religious and divine. It is depressing me a little bit because there are so many people in the world that devote their entire lives to their religion and then there are people like me who think that pretty much their whole existance was wasted on a figment of their imagination. How much would it stink to spend your entire life working towards something that doesn't even exist? And then you die, and find out that you wasted your time. I hope for their sake that they are right, and I am wrong, but I seriously doubt it. Even if they are wrong, I have so much respect for their conviction.
For the hell of it
Song of the Day:
Dominus Exultemus
Gregorian chant by the Benedictine Monks of the Abbey of Saint Michael's
Though I should be studying, we just got NetFlix so I have been watching all of the movies that you can watch instantly online. I just finished Eyes Wide Shut, which was pretty freaking awesome, so I had to add all of Kubrick's films to my long list of movies I need to see. At the moment, however, I am watching a documentary about the lives of monks. Monks fascinate me, and I think gregorian chants are one of my most favorite sounds in the entire world. That's a high honor because sound is my favorite of the five senses and making it to the top of that list is difficult. The documentary is called Into Great Silence and the only sounds are the sounds the monks make going about their daily lives. So far they haven't sung or prayed but I'm enjoying it nonetheless. The point of this quick blog though is that while I'm watching this film detailing the lives of all of these men that dedicated their lives to sacrifice and silence, I keep thinking about my life and my rejection of all things religious and divine. It is depressing me a little bit because there are so many people in the world that devote their entire lives to their religion and then there are people like me who think that pretty much their whole existance was wasted on a figment of their imagination. How much would it stink to spend your entire life working towards something that doesn't even exist? And then you die, and find out that you wasted your time. I hope for their sake that they are right, and I am wrong, but I seriously doubt it. Even if they are wrong, I have so much respect for their conviction.
For the hell of it
Song of the Day:
Dominus Exultemus
Gregorian chant by the Benedictine Monks of the Abbey of Saint Michael's
4.16.2009
School
I'm at school, bored, sitting with Dan.
Decided to go to Indie Grits last night.
"The Hills have Thighs" was definitely interesting to say the least. It was funny and I liked how the director played around with different stereotypes and making fun of them. I really enjoyed the part when there was Q & A with the director.
I'll finish later. I don't feel like typing anymore.
Decided to go to Indie Grits last night.
"The Hills have Thighs" was definitely interesting to say the least. It was funny and I liked how the director played around with different stereotypes and making fun of them. I really enjoyed the part when there was Q & A with the director.
I'll finish later. I don't feel like typing anymore.
4.15.2009
Hump day
It's very rare for me to write a blog before midnight and pretty rare that I am completely sober so it's unheard of that I'm writing this at 10 am!
Did my presentation this morning at 8:30, then didn't feel like coming straight home, or staying for class so I went to Adriana's for an iced americano (which hit the spot), and then drove around campus for a bit with the windows down enjoying Dark was the Night for the bazillionth time. It's a such a nice day today. *Pause to open the windows in the apartment* Now I'm listening to Modest Mouse on Pandora and talking to Jess about ways to ask out her hot TA.
I just said "For some reason I enjoy picking things out of crevices." I surprise myself with how strange I am sometimes. We were discussing cleaning out the keyboard on our laptops. Then Jess started pulling off her peeling skin from her sunburn. Then she threw it on the floor. And she told me a story about how her sister was grossed out when she did that and she said, "What? It's just epidermis!" This is how our conversations go.
Anyway... last night we went to Taco Tuesday at the Whig with some people and then I came home finished up my powerpoint presentation and decided to head back out. We went to Speakeasy and visited PJ. It's sad that he is leaving in a month. One less cool person I know in Cola. I had a beer called Tusker, which is from South Africa I think and it was really delicious. I kept the bottle too because it has an elephant on the front. We stayed out too late and stopped by Pita Pit on the way home.
Tonight I have to decide whether to go to a fancy pharmacy dinner at some swanky hotel or go to the opening night of Indie Grits at the Nick. The dinner is free, but I'm definitely leaning towards Indie Grits because I have wanted to go since I heard about it a few years ago. I've just never had the time. I have heard good things about "The Hills have Thighs" too. Haha, what a great title. Actually, I think that just made the decision for me.
I'm also considering talking to the people at the Nick about volunteering there. I don't have that much free time but I think we are really priveleged to have such a cool establishment in Columbia and if they need some free help I would enjoy doing it and I would get to meet some really interesting people. I'm not really sure if that is bad of me since I am in pharmacy school. I should probably be volunteering my time at the free clinic or some other health related institution but honestly, I would enjoy volunteering my time at the Nick more. That's all that really matters, right?
Song of the Day:
Character Zero
by Phish
on Billy Breathes
Did my presentation this morning at 8:30, then didn't feel like coming straight home, or staying for class so I went to Adriana's for an iced americano (which hit the spot), and then drove around campus for a bit with the windows down enjoying Dark was the Night for the bazillionth time. It's a such a nice day today. *Pause to open the windows in the apartment* Now I'm listening to Modest Mouse on Pandora and talking to Jess about ways to ask out her hot TA.
I just said "For some reason I enjoy picking things out of crevices." I surprise myself with how strange I am sometimes. We were discussing cleaning out the keyboard on our laptops. Then Jess started pulling off her peeling skin from her sunburn. Then she threw it on the floor. And she told me a story about how her sister was grossed out when she did that and she said, "What? It's just epidermis!" This is how our conversations go.
Anyway... last night we went to Taco Tuesday at the Whig with some people and then I came home finished up my powerpoint presentation and decided to head back out. We went to Speakeasy and visited PJ. It's sad that he is leaving in a month. One less cool person I know in Cola. I had a beer called Tusker, which is from South Africa I think and it was really delicious. I kept the bottle too because it has an elephant on the front. We stayed out too late and stopped by Pita Pit on the way home.
Tonight I have to decide whether to go to a fancy pharmacy dinner at some swanky hotel or go to the opening night of Indie Grits at the Nick. The dinner is free, but I'm definitely leaning towards Indie Grits because I have wanted to go since I heard about it a few years ago. I've just never had the time. I have heard good things about "The Hills have Thighs" too. Haha, what a great title. Actually, I think that just made the decision for me.
I'm also considering talking to the people at the Nick about volunteering there. I don't have that much free time but I think we are really priveleged to have such a cool establishment in Columbia and if they need some free help I would enjoy doing it and I would get to meet some really interesting people. I'm not really sure if that is bad of me since I am in pharmacy school. I should probably be volunteering my time at the free clinic or some other health related institution but honestly, I would enjoy volunteering my time at the Nick more. That's all that really matters, right?
Song of the Day:
Character Zero
by Phish
on Billy Breathes
4.12.2009
I need a male counterpart.
Edit: need is completely the wrong word there.
Let's put it this way....life is good right now, I really can't complain about much at all, but...
It's been way too long seriously.
It's not just the sex. I mean sex would be great, yeah, but I want someone to play with my hair and someone with a stubbly chin to rub my face against in the morning. (I thought I made that word up..stubbly that is..but of course I had to double check myself in the handy Merriam and Webster's and it is an actual adjective which makes my day even better)
I want late night talks in bed and drinking coffee and reading together in the morning.
The thing is though, I don't want anything serious. I'm not ready for all that bullshit.
Ugh
Where are all the intelligent, bearded, tattooed men?
I don't even think I am attracted to a guy in a button up shirt and a clean cut look anymore.
That's probably a bad situation for me since I am surrounded by "professionals" the majority of my day. What have I gotten myself into?!
I'm more of the type to believe the idea that if you don't think about it and obsess over it, it will just happen naturally, so I'm gonna stick with that right now and just try to occupy myself with other endeavors. We will see how long that lasts.
Good weekend by the way.
Mandy turns 21 in 45 minutes.
We went to dinner 3 times, watched Slumdog. I got a tan and rode my bike. Did some Wii fit. Hung out with Will. Went to bed early Saturday night, gasp. I bought white pants, which I probably won't be able to pull off. Will and I are going to find out about my tattoo on Tuesday finally!
Song:
Love Dog
by TV on the Radio
from Dear Science
P.S.- The book I'm reading isn't helping one bit.
"Then the fiery sword severed me from consciousness and set fire to my body. We blazed up together, bright as stars in the summer night, and then sank back burnt and limbless, ashes dissolved in a primordial sea of warm salt, stirring with the nascent throbbings of life."
Edit: need is completely the wrong word there.
Let's put it this way....life is good right now, I really can't complain about much at all, but...
It's been way too long seriously.
It's not just the sex. I mean sex would be great, yeah, but I want someone to play with my hair and someone with a stubbly chin to rub my face against in the morning. (I thought I made that word up..stubbly that is..but of course I had to double check myself in the handy Merriam and Webster's and it is an actual adjective which makes my day even better)
I want late night talks in bed and drinking coffee and reading together in the morning.
The thing is though, I don't want anything serious. I'm not ready for all that bullshit.
Ugh
Where are all the intelligent, bearded, tattooed men?
I don't even think I am attracted to a guy in a button up shirt and a clean cut look anymore.
That's probably a bad situation for me since I am surrounded by "professionals" the majority of my day. What have I gotten myself into?!
I'm more of the type to believe the idea that if you don't think about it and obsess over it, it will just happen naturally, so I'm gonna stick with that right now and just try to occupy myself with other endeavors. We will see how long that lasts.
Good weekend by the way.
Mandy turns 21 in 45 minutes.
We went to dinner 3 times, watched Slumdog. I got a tan and rode my bike. Did some Wii fit. Hung out with Will. Went to bed early Saturday night, gasp. I bought white pants, which I probably won't be able to pull off. Will and I are going to find out about my tattoo on Tuesday finally!
Song:
Love Dog
by TV on the Radio
from Dear Science
P.S.- The book I'm reading isn't helping one bit.
"Then the fiery sword severed me from consciousness and set fire to my body. We blazed up together, bright as stars in the summer night, and then sank back burnt and limbless, ashes dissolved in a primordial sea of warm salt, stirring with the nascent throbbings of life."
4.09.2009
Well I want to keep track of some of my favorite lines from the book I'm reading, which I should have been doing all along, but since I just came up with the idea, I'll start now.
*From an evolutionary point of view, sex is really just a reward mechanism to encourage us to pass on our genetic material.
*I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light...
"Darkness" by Byron
(this was due to Mount Tambora erupting in the Dutch East Indies, which blocked out the sun, and caused weather changes across the planet)
*Even thinking, it turns out, affects the way genes work. How fast a man's beard grows, for instance, is partly a function of how much he thinks about sex (b/c thinking about sex produces a testosterone surge).
*It cannot be said too often: all life is one.*From an evolutionary point of view, sex is really just a reward mechanism to encourage us to pass on our genetic material.
*I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light...
"Darkness" by Byron
(this was due to Mount Tambora erupting in the Dutch East Indies, which blocked out the sun, and caused weather changes across the planet)
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