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I'm on the computer in the attic, the preferred porn watching/jacking-off site of young males in my household. When I passed by the attic doorway on the way to my room, I heard lots of frantic clicking up here. I knew my youngest brother was there, I knew I wanted to use the PC, and I knew I couldn't stomach another porn run-in. I started up the stairs, stepping heavily, so he knew it was me. Then I commandeered the computer from him, and erased all the stuff he downloaded/was downloading from Kazaa Lite. I figure I can order him around for at least an hour or so before he can live down the guilt. I already got him to put my clothes in the dryer for me. I'm still wiggy about using this keyboard and mouse, though.
Started reading Octavia E. Butler's Parable of the Talents on Tuesday, after years of seeing it in the library and never getting around to picking it up. The reading is easy, something that's entirely too rare in serial sci-fi, so I took to it quickly. As can be gathered from the title of the book the New Testament parable of the talents features, at least at the beginning of the book. The parable basically preaches that God (input whatever divinity you want if you're not Christian/Muslim/Jewish...or nature, if you're anything else..just go with me here) gives you certain skills, and it's up to you to use them, not just sit on them. And I feel like all of my talents are going to pot. Jo always urged me to go to medical school (Lord, when's the last time I talked to her, anyway?), and I hedged and hawed, partly afraid that I wouldn't measure up, mostly certain that my lackadaisical studying during college would prevent me from getting into any school worth a damn. But I never tried. Meanwhile, she's gone nonstop through school, has a Masters in Business Admin, and is looking to go to law school. She's using her skills, however much she used to doubt herself in the past, and she's going somewhere. I'm stuck here with dreams of nursing school in the future, when I could have been doing that shit NOW. And I sit around my house like a bump on a log, working at a dead-end job while I get ready to start the school rat-race all over again. My brain dies a slow death, and I realize this while I withdraw from anyone worth conversing with. I'm wasting all I've been gifted with, and I'm too scared to look at the fallout and try to repair the damage. Pick up the pieces, if you will.
And that made no sense at all.
Heading into Hunter this afternoon to see if they have any on-campus jobs posted up in Career Services. Anything's better than Radioshack, and it'd be nice to find something that I could schedule around classes without having to take a subway ride to and from into consideration. I'm also going to call about taking that damned Math Placement test...fuck it, let me call them up now.
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'Kay. I figure I'll take the test two weeks from yesterday, hopefully giving me enough time to review and remember everything I learned during the last two years of HS.
Oh yeah! I went by my aunt's house yesterday, the one with On-Demand, and I managed to catch the most recent episode of Six Feet Under. I'm such a David, and that's not wistful thinking just because Keith is smokin'. I run around all "I'm fine, I'm okay", even when I'm not. Really not in touch with my emotions, as the case may be.
I swear that wasn't a thinly veiled excuse to shout out my SFU love. It just struck me while I was watching the show. A little more profound when you're watching David's veneer crack, though. And realize how patient Keith is with him nowadays. It's nice to have someone willing to tolerate you.
I took a rather gnarly picture while waiting for the train at 33rd and Rawson on Tuesday, but it's ginormous. Once I can resize it successfully I'll put it up here.
Alright, now it's off to Hunter, roughly an hour and a half after I planned to leave.
Started reading Octavia E. Butler's Parable of the Talents on Tuesday, after years of seeing it in the library and never getting around to picking it up. The reading is easy, something that's entirely too rare in serial sci-fi, so I took to it quickly. As can be gathered from the title of the book the New Testament parable of the talents features, at least at the beginning of the book. The parable basically preaches that God (input whatever divinity you want if you're not Christian/Muslim/Jewish...or nature, if you're anything else..just go with me here) gives you certain skills, and it's up to you to use them, not just sit on them. And I feel like all of my talents are going to pot. Jo always urged me to go to medical school (Lord, when's the last time I talked to her, anyway?), and I hedged and hawed, partly afraid that I wouldn't measure up, mostly certain that my lackadaisical studying during college would prevent me from getting into any school worth a damn. But I never tried. Meanwhile, she's gone nonstop through school, has a Masters in Business Admin, and is looking to go to law school. She's using her skills, however much she used to doubt herself in the past, and she's going somewhere. I'm stuck here with dreams of nursing school in the future, when I could have been doing that shit NOW. And I sit around my house like a bump on a log, working at a dead-end job while I get ready to start the school rat-race all over again. My brain dies a slow death, and I realize this while I withdraw from anyone worth conversing with. I'm wasting all I've been gifted with, and I'm too scared to look at the fallout and try to repair the damage. Pick up the pieces, if you will.
And that made no sense at all.
Heading into Hunter this afternoon to see if they have any on-campus jobs posted up in Career Services. Anything's better than Radioshack, and it'd be nice to find something that I could schedule around classes without having to take a subway ride to and from into consideration. I'm also going to call about taking that damned Math Placement test...fuck it, let me call them up now.
...
'Kay. I figure I'll take the test two weeks from yesterday, hopefully giving me enough time to review and remember everything I learned during the last two years of HS.
Oh yeah! I went by my aunt's house yesterday, the one with On-Demand, and I managed to catch the most recent episode of Six Feet Under. I'm such a David, and that's not wistful thinking just because Keith is smokin'. I run around all "I'm fine, I'm okay", even when I'm not. Really not in touch with my emotions, as the case may be.
I swear that wasn't a thinly veiled excuse to shout out my SFU love. It just struck me while I was watching the show. A little more profound when you're watching David's veneer crack, though. And realize how patient Keith is with him nowadays. It's nice to have someone willing to tolerate you.
I took a rather gnarly picture while waiting for the train at 33rd and Rawson on Tuesday, but it's ginormous. Once I can resize it successfully I'll put it up here.
Alright, now it's off to Hunter, roughly an hour and a half after I planned to leave.
