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And they say animals don't have reasoning skills.
http://www.educatedearth.net/video.php?id=2592
Things have been happening intermittently this weekend. I mean, that's kind of the story of time, but this weekend it's been more obvious. Yesterday morning I woke up at a reasonable hour, ate a lovely breakfast Bryan made, read, and loafed around in the house for awhile before going home to clean up before the Wurmys (Gail's family, whose last name is Wurmstein) came. I got a bit done, and put the Halloween decorations back in the attic, along with most of this year's superfluous paperwork that I might need someday. So, there are more books and fewer binders of irrelevant paper on my bookshelves, which means there is more floor space.
Mama got back from the airport with the Wurmys in time to take me downtown and be 20 minutes late. I knew I should've just taken the train. Still, nothing important was said during the time I wasn't there, and the concert didn't start till 45 minutes after call, so it didn't really matter.
My autopilot took me back to Swift House, where I was surprised to discover the two people in all of Shepherd who most intimidate me vocally, reading through Sinatra songs with Ben. Sam, Lauren, Ben and Bryan had gone to see Stranger Than Fiction, and then come back and sung random songs they didn't know with surprising facility. I listened furtively with a degree of jealousy. Then I called Stephan to inform him of this occasion and that I had to wear his pants because I didn't bring anything from the concert but the dress (and his pants fit me better than mine do).
Ben knocked to wake me up and tell me bye this morning, which surprised me; he left, and I slept some more, played on Bryan's computer, and procrastinated. I then walked home to do something with the Ling books before I had to give them to the next person. On the way, I discovered the bookstore is open Saturdays, so I brought the books I want to sell back, and made about $60. Which is pathetic, for textbooks, but there you go.
Andrew was at my house when I got back, and returned my book about the inhabitants of a neutron star, and listened to some of my latest obsession.
I managed to get a page of quotes out of the books I had before I had to give them back. Now I have a different book and no motivation. Writing papers is easy, but it requires a specific kind of mindset. Now, writing lj entries... that is compatible with a much wider range of mindsets.
http://www.educatedearth.net/video.php?id=2592
Things have been happening intermittently this weekend. I mean, that's kind of the story of time, but this weekend it's been more obvious. Yesterday morning I woke up at a reasonable hour, ate a lovely breakfast Bryan made, read, and loafed around in the house for awhile before going home to clean up before the Wurmys (Gail's family, whose last name is Wurmstein) came. I got a bit done, and put the Halloween decorations back in the attic, along with most of this year's superfluous paperwork that I might need someday. So, there are more books and fewer binders of irrelevant paper on my bookshelves, which means there is more floor space.
Mama got back from the airport with the Wurmys in time to take me downtown and be 20 minutes late. I knew I should've just taken the train. Still, nothing important was said during the time I wasn't there, and the concert didn't start till 45 minutes after call, so it didn't really matter.
My autopilot took me back to Swift House, where I was surprised to discover the two people in all of Shepherd who most intimidate me vocally, reading through Sinatra songs with Ben. Sam, Lauren, Ben and Bryan had gone to see Stranger Than Fiction, and then come back and sung random songs they didn't know with surprising facility. I listened furtively with a degree of jealousy. Then I called Stephan to inform him of this occasion and that I had to wear his pants because I didn't bring anything from the concert but the dress (and his pants fit me better than mine do).
Ben knocked to wake me up and tell me bye this morning, which surprised me; he left, and I slept some more, played on Bryan's computer, and procrastinated. I then walked home to do something with the Ling books before I had to give them to the next person. On the way, I discovered the bookstore is open Saturdays, so I brought the books I want to sell back, and made about $60. Which is pathetic, for textbooks, but there you go.
Andrew was at my house when I got back, and returned my book about the inhabitants of a neutron star, and listened to some of my latest obsession.
I managed to get a page of quotes out of the books I had before I had to give them back. Now I have a different book and no motivation. Writing papers is easy, but it requires a specific kind of mindset. Now, writing lj entries... that is compatible with a much wider range of mindsets.