9/28/2005

Past Posts

I felt like writing tonight, so I logged on to blogger to type something up. And then I came across two drafts that I didn't put up because I thought I'd add to them at some future time. But I was wrong about that; I left them and never came back, and I didn't even say good-bye. So I decided that I'd post them anyway. I'm not touching them anymore, so I might as well set them free.

Here they are:


17 September 2005

I had planned to get some work done tonight, but I don't think that plan's working out too well. I'm mildly annoyed about it, but my mind's too detached to care. It's funny, really - my state of mind tonight. I'm not thinking about anything in particular, but my eyes seem exceptionally alert. I see colors in a brighter way, and I'm noticing details about ordinary things that I've never noticed before. My eyes are high tonight, they are. I don't know why, but they are. This could be the onset of my supernatural powers.

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It was the first home game of the Fighting Irish today. Man, do people here take their football seriously. Yesterday afternoon, I was at the library, trying to get some work done before setting off to look for family friends who had driven up here for the game. All of a sudden, trumpets started blaring from somewhere behind me. I looked through the window and saw the Notre Dame Marching Band. This is a 300+ member band that is apparently the oldest one in American colleges. I watched them, as I used to watch those "marching bands" that went around our villages for association-sponsored fiestas.

And then I sat back down and glared at my iBook, willing it to produce a case brief without me having to type anything. The next thing I know, I hear cheery male voices. A guy in a yellow Zorro mask and a blue spandex suit was leading his roaring minions to war. And after that, I hear high screeching, the type that would give Mel, of the AC High Pep Squad, the perfect example of how "loud and low" should not sound like. Dorm groups, they were. (And what is with me and these inverted sentences? I sound like Master Yoda. And I don't even like the gremlin. Is he a gremlin, by the way? Or just a wise thing?) Anyway, I digress.

I was saying that those people were part of dorm groups. The dorm culture's really alive at this school, apparently. A few days back, I was at the South Dining Hall, which is a mix of the Hogwarts Great Hall and the Enterprise Food Court, when I saw a werewolf running through the tables. I was, like, oh no, I can't do my slaying duties here, everyone is watching! And then I thought, maybe this is the unshaved leprechaun that graces most ND merchandise. I'm still not clear on what exactly a leprechaun is, but my take on it is that it's a bearded person (think, Abraham Lincoln) who wears a bright green suit.

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12 September 2005

I woke up this morning determined to be super productive today. And I was, really. Until just about an hour ago, when I started feeling that familiar sense of sluggishness that tells me that my mind has gone on sleep mode and that anything I try feeding it would take about twice as long to process. And so I did what I always do when that feeling hits - try to be principled and stick with the reading for a few more minutes and then, predictably, I get annoyed with my slowness and give up. I don't like struggling to understand something that I'd normally breeze through.

So I thought I'd post in this blog again. I'll ramble on and on until my iBook finishes charging, and then it's off to the South Dining Hall for dinner. And here comes the difficult question of deciding what to write about.

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Present time

I was planning on rambling tonight, but I'm not going to do that anymore. Instead, I am going to sleep. I don't have a bedtime, but I know that I should sleep now. And then I will dream and wake up and maybe you'll wonder about what I'm up to and then you'll find out when I next put something up.

9/10/2005

Hurricane Me

You'd think I'd have a lot to say after a month of being away from home and three weeks of law school here. But funnily enough, nothing comes to mind. Well, okay, some things do come to mind, but I don't feel like writing about them because that'd take too much effort. That's another way of saying that I'm not in the mood to ramble. Which begs the question of why I'm typing this up, actually. And I guess I'm not in the mood to explain that either.

So guess what - hurricane Katrina is pretty much the talk of the town here. It's at least as visible as the hallowed football team, and that's saying a lot, believe me. Anyway, I just found out that there was a hurricane Camille some years back. Both were dreadful but great. I don't think I'd mind if people said that about me. It's meant to be insulting in a flattering way and flattering in an insulting way. So yeah, that's my interesting thought for the night.

I'll be sleeping in a few minutes. I'm not that sleepy, but I know I had better sleep now. That's part of this holistic discipline thing I'm trying to impose on myself. It doesn't seem to be working at all, but I'll see it through. I will not let me conquer me.

And I wish I'd have nice dreams tonight. I used to dream a lot back home. I'd have a different dream every night, and it'd vary by theme (i.e. friends this week, family the next, then places next). I promise that I'm not dreaming this up - pun regrettably intended. Then when I'd wake up, I'd be happy that I'd dreamt. If it was a good dream, I'd feel my hours of sleep were worth it. If it was a bad one, I'd be happy it was just a dream. But here, I don't think I dream - in the sleeping sense, that is. In the real world sense, my dreams are as bright as ever. But I said I didn't want to exert myself tonight, so I'll let that statement be.

I'll let this post be, come to that. Bye.