August

So, this is my last day of complete freedom for a few months, while school reclaims my soul. I have to admit that I'm going to welcome the change of pace. I mean facebook and inner reflection are all fantastic, but there's nothing worse than signing into facebook and there are no new notifications because I just signed out five minutes ago. I somehow convinced myself that people were waiting for me to sign out to email me or leave me comments.

Then, of course, there's the facebook dry spells when no one interesting really updates their status, or if they do it's something like, "eating lunch" or some obscure song lyric that no matter how long you stare at, you just can't get, "liquid dynomite ate away at the cancerous tree vines of the lighthouse." I've realized the song lyric technique is a trap. Once you ask where it's from, they have some sort of smug response and an equally obscure band, "Static Chaos. I saw them in concert with Britney, they're so legit." Then I ask them what it means which always seems to annoy the knowers of unknown bands, I know this because they always add the "uh" at the beginning of a comment. The meaning is usually really shallow, "uh, he's talking about partying in L.A." See, once I've inquired about the lyric they consider themselves superior in the knowledge of music, therefore superior in life. Knowing bands no else has heard of is the adult version of swinging higher on the swings.

Then when I'm not on facebook I stare at the ceiling and question my existence. I ask deep questions, but I soon grow tired because I see no reason in asking a question that I don't know the answer to, seeing as to I'm the one who asked the question in the first place. Then I decide that I'm going to meditate. So I sit in the middle of the room and close my eyes, that's really all I know about meditation since that's all I really care to find out. I start to think about things, mostly shallow things, like how I'm going to do my hair, or about bleaching my teeth, or how my dog's tummy smells like corn chips. But then my cell phone will ring or a bird will hit the living room window (birds can be so selfish) which distracts me, so that's when I get back up and maybe this time someone has written me.

So, now that you have a window into what August looks like for me, you can see why Principles of Mathematical Logic and Introduction to Object Oriented Programming seem to be freaking Disneyland.