You know how when you’re explaining an idea to someone, sometimes you whip up a little sketch that makes things so much clearer? And yet, viewed out of context, the little sketch looks like an indecipherable scribble?
I’m considering starting a blog and posting these guys, just for fun, unless such a blog exists already. If it doesn’t, would anyone be interested in contributing?
For the most part, my analytical brain helps me out, but from time to time it gets in the way. I am very bad at the “what would you do with 1 million dollars” sorts of questions, because even though I know the real question is “what are your most prominent superficial desires,” I cannot seem to answer as such.
Growing up, I believe I missed the point of the “is the glass half empty or half full” question. When proposed, I simply thought, “Well, how did it start off? If it started as a full glass and half was removed, then it is half empty. If it started empty and was filled halfway, then it is half full. Duh!!” I couldn’t answer the question without knowing the previous state of the glass and where the state was going. If the person asking refused to tell me these things, I would simply refrain from answering the question due to insufficient data. I did know what they were really trying to get out of me, but for some reason I couldn’t answer the implied question, only the literal one. Honestly, they should have just asked me if I was an optimist or a pessimist and been done with it.*
I am thinking this fond analytical memory should teach me something about myself and how I work, but I can’t put my finger on it.
* I do recall one instance where we were all asked about this, and someone who thought they were very clever puffed up and said they were a realist in a very smug way. I followed up saying I was a surrealist and that the glass was melting all over.
I thought that I’d be so busy this summer that I’d burn myself out. While I am very busy at work, with plenty of different things to do, I’m actually getting a lot of rest. With none of the extra responsibilities and activities and work I usually pick up at school, I have plenty of time to sit quietly, read for fun (I missed it so much!), and sleep. I’m averaging 9 to 11 hours a night, and my body loves it, I think.
Activities vary quite a bit here. Either I’m running around doing everything or sitting and doing nothing. One night will be filled with volleyball and video games, while another will be sitting and watching movies all night. Thursday night was the company picnic and an exciting bowling night, while Monday I wandered quietly about the housing unit, finding maps with circles and x’s in them, and labeled them as “Helipad.”
I don’t mind the variation, and I certainly don’t mind the rest. I’m having time to write letters (though I only have one or two addresses to write to right now, hopefully that will change) and also journal (the for-real kind) and draw. It’s a perfect balance. The work keeps me from being bored out of my mind, and the free evenings give me plenty of rest.
Hooray for summer camp for grown-ups!
Ah, today is the last day of winter term, and oh what a term it’s been. Yesterday was a bit dull at first, as everyone was busy busy busy finishing papers and projects and whatnot. Eric and I pulled some ninja fun, though (by Eric I mean Eric Abele, not my brother. In fact from henceforth, I will refer to the former as “Eric” and the latter as “my brother,” even though my brother should technically get name rights, it’s easier to say “my brother” than “my friend Eric who is not my brother”).
We knew the film class kids were editing their horror movie over in the design studio, so we made an elaborate plan for scaring them, which involved us sneaking around Grant with no shoes on and banging doors and stuff. Unfortunately, there were a lot of people up there working, so all our subtle spooky-noise-making was in vain. We even crept right into the Black Box, the small theater directly attached to the design studio, and opened the door all creepy-like, but no one even noticed!
However, we were successful in the end, by hiding in the little tech room attached to the black box and jiggling the door handle when poor Tater walked by. Eventually, Alison came in wielding a sword and we jumped out and scared her and there was laughing and Tater throwing stuff at us. Eric and I are master scary-folk.
We actually ended up feeling kinda bad for Tater afterwards, it seemed she’d been freaking out a lot that weekend while they filmed their movie. And I can completely understand, the Norton Center is scaryashell at night, and of course they picked all the scariest places for their movie…the creepy hallways and their lack of 90ยบ angles, the shop, Newlin (the big theater), and the catwalk. Yeek! I need to get some pictures of the place.
At any rate, we accompanied them for a bit, ate some pizza, then left them to their work. I wasn’t quite tired yet, so I revised Strother’s paper for him. It’s been awhile since I revised a paper, but I did a thorough job. I felt bad, though, leaving him with so much work to do O.o…
Strother’s away message: Lisa if you see this I worked until 5 with only one break. I better get an A or I’m coming to get you.
>_< Oh well, I'm off to my "final." Steve is bringing us doughnuts, yay!