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fredericks) wrote2003-07-01 10:19 am
fredericks) wrote2003-07-01 10:19 am
Well hello LJ! [ramble mode]
Wow, it's such a gorgeous morning outside! Makes a body want to just...go home and lie in bed. But no, no, I'm going to get some work done. Really I am.
I've started walking up and down the hills of Providence again. I think I'm taking it up again in order to try to fall into some sort of routine in order to become productive. I've been in a rut of sorts lately, in part because I'm not working for what seems like the first time in eons. I suppose I could look for work, but then I'd have to balance the distaste I have for slaving for "Da Man" with the motivation it gives me to get up in the morning. And the paycheck, let's not forget the paycheck.
But yesh, the walking. Some people say when they're out powering around that they get a clear mind and it's just, like, zen. Me, I spend most of my time swearing. See, when I'm walking I end up replaying in my mind all the dumb-ass things I've done and the annoying people I've engaged in interactions with during the last few days. So this is me as I'm going up Jenckes Street, arguably the most hideous hill this side of the local mountain range: "Fuckin' hell, what the hell, that stupid biatch...". The volume and number of curses, I've found, are positively correlated with amount of pain I'm feeling. Thank goodness I do all of this when most sane people are in bed snoring, or I'd be locked up in RI Hospital sans shoelaces and sharp objects right about now.
As if Spin isn't enough. I've gotten it into my head that I need to lose 5 pounds before I head to Seattle. Why? I don't know. I figure they all wear flannel, hemp pants, and Birkenstocks there anyway, why would the 5 pounds matter? Again, I don't know. Call me nuts. One of the Spin instructors freaks me the hell out. She smiles a hell of a lot for someone that's torturing us. Maybe that's how she gets her kicks. More power to her. Still, it's really disconcerting.
I thought my Queer as Folk addiction would have died out, but no. I'm surprised. I guess my brain still thinks I'm in crisis mode. It's tremendous fun visiting all the fansites out there, though. Some of those people are totally nutters (and not partially nutters like yours truly). When I mosey over to the computer lab I usually spend at least an hour posting on various bulletin boards (insert "you have no life" comments *here*). Not into the fanfic though. It just seems like so much blasphemy to me, almost "tainting the memory" territory. Nutters, I tell you, nutters.
Apparently it's time for me to do my civic duty as a (former) tax-paying citizen of New York State and perform jury duty. Letting the powers that be know that I'm no longer in the state doesn't get me off the hook, I've found. I didn't get the notice until I headed home last week and by then it was too late to ask for a postponement (and since I've postponed it twice already I think I would have been out of luck), so I'm hoping they're not going to jail my ass yet. The only appealing thing about jury duty at the moment is that you get paid $40/day for it. I'd have to go back home to take care of all of the paperwork and miss access to my advisor and the libraries. But...$40/day man. Heh. I'm so pathetic.
I've started walking up and down the hills of Providence again. I think I'm taking it up again in order to try to fall into some sort of routine in order to become productive. I've been in a rut of sorts lately, in part because I'm not working for what seems like the first time in eons. I suppose I could look for work, but then I'd have to balance the distaste I have for slaving for "Da Man" with the motivation it gives me to get up in the morning. And the paycheck, let's not forget the paycheck.
But yesh, the walking. Some people say when they're out powering around that they get a clear mind and it's just, like, zen. Me, I spend most of my time swearing. See, when I'm walking I end up replaying in my mind all the dumb-ass things I've done and the annoying people I've engaged in interactions with during the last few days. So this is me as I'm going up Jenckes Street, arguably the most hideous hill this side of the local mountain range: "Fuckin' hell, what the hell, that stupid biatch...". The volume and number of curses, I've found, are positively correlated with amount of pain I'm feeling. Thank goodness I do all of this when most sane people are in bed snoring, or I'd be locked up in RI Hospital sans shoelaces and sharp objects right about now.
As if Spin isn't enough. I've gotten it into my head that I need to lose 5 pounds before I head to Seattle. Why? I don't know. I figure they all wear flannel, hemp pants, and Birkenstocks there anyway, why would the 5 pounds matter? Again, I don't know. Call me nuts. One of the Spin instructors freaks me the hell out. She smiles a hell of a lot for someone that's torturing us. Maybe that's how she gets her kicks. More power to her. Still, it's really disconcerting.
I thought my Queer as Folk addiction would have died out, but no. I'm surprised. I guess my brain still thinks I'm in crisis mode. It's tremendous fun visiting all the fansites out there, though. Some of those people are totally nutters (and not partially nutters like yours truly). When I mosey over to the computer lab I usually spend at least an hour posting on various bulletin boards (insert "you have no life" comments *here*). Not into the fanfic though. It just seems like so much blasphemy to me, almost "tainting the memory" territory. Nutters, I tell you, nutters.
Apparently it's time for me to do my civic duty as a (former) tax-paying citizen of New York State and perform jury duty. Letting the powers that be know that I'm no longer in the state doesn't get me off the hook, I've found. I didn't get the notice until I headed home last week and by then it was too late to ask for a postponement (and since I've postponed it twice already I think I would have been out of luck), so I'm hoping they're not going to jail my ass yet. The only appealing thing about jury duty at the moment is that you get paid $40/day for it. I'd have to go back home to take care of all of the paperwork and miss access to my advisor and the libraries. But...$40/day man. Heh. I'm so pathetic.
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