Philosophy Slam
Still philosophizing after all these years.
Monday, December 09, 2002
It's a sunny, wintery morning. I should probably be feeling poetic or something, but I mostly just feel cranky, tired, sick, stressed, and spazzy. *Looks at calander* Yup, the end of the term is approaching.
This is the last week of classes, and my first seminar paper (which should be "publishable," according to the syllabus) is due Friday (he "kindly" moved it from Wednesday to Friday in response to our undignified, no-holds-barred whining). I'll have to trek over to campus early today, which means leaving here about 2:30. I won't be back until good 'n' late, because my modernism prof scheduled three films for us to view tonight. How we're supposed to take all that in at once, I have no idea. I plan to be in a state of vegetative inertia, to be brought on by lack of sleep and heavy meds. There's an 800 page novel to be read for Wednesday, along with a 316 page critical work and a couple of articles. I'm thinking that won't happen. Any of it.
I can't see; my hair is in my eyes yet again. And there won't be a haircut any time soon.
And I'm so tired, I ache. I'm so stressed out that I can't sleep even when I do go to bed; I just twitch.
In conclusion: I thought I'd share this inane blog I happened upon one time. The ever-deep and highly literate Lauren has benefited all of humanity by dedicating her blog to her "true love," Chris. If I recall correctly, she just turned 16, so I'm sure we're all in agreement that this is like 4-ever. Recent excitement: Stephen asked Ruth out, and there's a hot debate on about which is the cuter couple. I myself am just waiting and hoping for a breakup, because I can only imagine how good this would get then.
Ahem. Yes, I have no life. Even the party Saturday night wasn't the 8 PM - 4 AM fest of last year, though it was fun and quite amusing ("Holmes" was utterly, utterly, utterly trashed and consequently becamse even more hilarious than usual), especially when the dogs escaped and raided the place. And I went out to dinner with a friend Friday after our "bonus" seminar. AND I didn't even go to the library, not ONCE! So there. I'm cool.
Elvisette philosophized at 1:50 PM
Pascal: The present is never our end. The past and the present are our means, the future alone our end. Thus we never actually live, but hope to live, and since we are always planning how to be happy, it is inevitable that we should never be so.
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"The past is never dead. It's not even past."
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Who's Elvisette?
That's Why You're Here, Isn't It?
What's Elvisette's mood?
When did Elvisette start blogging?
April 2002
Where's Elvisette?
Monday, working at liberry
Tuesday, ditto Monday
Wednesday, ditto Tuesday
Thursday, ditto Wednesday
Friday, ditto Thursday
Saturday, frittering away my youth
Sunday, being a useless waste of oxygen
Alternative Plans: Every day, all day, answering the question, "Wonder what's on TV right now?"
Why does Elvisette blog?
Because it's better than working.