For some reason, sitting here, right now, listening to “stir it up” and staring out my window into the sun is the most transcendently peaceful experience i've had since i can remember.
Maybe it has something to do with being deliriously tired, but, regardless.
Winter break looms. I'm trying not to think about it, but it's too pervasive. The idea that, someday, there might be a time when i don't have any work to do is too beautiful not to contemplate.
I'm to get my mind off the future, but not doing so well. I suppose registration next week isn't helping that much. I'm thinking intro to biological anthropology, but beyond that i'm not sure.
I think i'm wading through a foggy pocket of uncertainty right now. All of a sudden i'm not sure what i want to do, or why i'm doing what i'm doing, and who for, and the meaning of everything seems somewhere just out of reach. Maybe i should take some philosophy next quarter. Actually, i doubt that would help.
I think i need to do something paradigm-destroying and completely self-motivated. Before that though, i should really go finish the Aeneid.
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Only take philosophy if you want to come across as being completely pretentious at any given time. I'm telling you... it transforms even the most genuine.
Identify thyself, anonymous interloper!
Who is the only person in the Liberal Arts system that would complain about philosophy, the "free science"?
Labogywoj.
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