13 April 2010

Escape route.

I needed to waste some time, so I thought I'd do a quick post here. I'm writing my paper on Judaism and the Environment. It's onto 3/4 of page 11 right now, with a 12-15 min/max range. Due tomorrow. The goal is to get it done before we watch Firefly tonight. With that being so close, you'd think I would want to be working, but I've been doing that for almost three hours now, and I just need a quick respite. I've got only two more sections to research and write, then the conclusion, and I'll be done! But it's almost supper time, so I think I'll be taking a break for now. Perhaps I'll figure out what books I'll need for this next section, then give it a go once I get back. I'll have about 2 hours from once I get back 'til Firefly. I'm going to be so glad when I'm done with this thing!!!

08 April 2010

Unmotivated.

I'm in the library for the second night in a row. But nothing is really hanging over my head today, I forgot to bring my notebook with tips for reworking my philosophy paper, so I think I'll probably call it a night. I wrote the introduction and the conclusion, and that'll do me. I got distracted - looking at Washington pictures, thinking about things, actually listening to my paper-writing Sufjan Stevens music. I think tonight I ought to give myself a little break. Maybe I'll watch a movie. I'll be busy at work all weekend, anyways.

06 April 2010

In the mail!

Today I sent out the paperwork for my internship.
Yesterday I booked flights to and from my internship.
Today I got my birthday card in the mail.
Yesterday I got to listen to an awesome thunderstorm roll through.
Today I got soaked to the skin on my way to my 8am.
Yesterday I stayed up later than I intended, but not late at all.
Today I got everything done that I needed to check off my list.

Tomorrow is looking pretty good too. :)

02 April 2010

Home.

There's this great quote from Juno, towards the end of the movie, after all the craziness has gone down, where she pulls up to her home, picks and smells a purple crocus, and narrates something to the extent of: "I never realize how much I love home until I've been somewhere really different for a long time." I've been a lot of different places lately, and I'm now home for the first time since the day after Christmas. But I could say I'm home for the first time in years for how much I've changed, and for how much I've regained. I haven't been home and feeling this internal and boundless joy for so many, many years. I'm listening to Noah Gundersen right now, and the line just went by, "Settle down, young boy, relax, and settle down, young boy, get that load off your back..." Oh the loads I've carried. I don't know why I did it.
I love my home. It's not perfect, it's not the best home ever, but it's my home, and I love it. I love that I got to go to church with Grandma tonight. I love that I get to play Ultimate with my friends tomorrow afternoon. I love that the wind is blowing on my face from my open window. I love that Sunday I'll be in church with a hundred people that I love and who love me. I love that I get to spend Easter with my extended family, eating a big meal and goofing off with the cousins. I love that I was able to chill with my parents all day today. I love that I got to hang out with my brother and his awesome fiancee last night. I love that I'm making very few plans for this weekend so that I can just go with the flow and see where the winds take me. I love that everything I smell here is familiar and close to my heart - every time I walk into a room or a familiar building. It's all a part of me, and I accept and cherish that, whatever may have happened there, the good and the bad.
So those are my reflections for now. I'll be back on Facebook after Sunday, and chances are that this blog will fall into disarray. But what of it, it's just a fun outlet to be poetic in my prose. It's been a good 40+ days. I can't say that not being on Facebook "changed" me. I can't say that it dramatically altered my perspectives on life. But it did make me aware of how much time I spend on it, or waste on it, and how much others are relying and relaying on it more and more.
Me, I like writing letters. :)

Love,
Jay