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So here I am, a ship adrift in a sea of schoolwork. I'm taking the few minutes I have between classes to put in an update here because I feel obligated to do so. If I don't keep up my writing on this, I might fall out of the habit, and it would become yet another project I thought was a good idea once, but never returned to. Goodness knows I have enough of those. And goodness knows there are enough LiveJournals and other weblogs out there that were started as a neat idea and then never continued.
Schoolwork. I have a report to do by this evening on Alexandria Digital Literature as a part of the e-book industry report we're doing for our Strategic Management class. What an awful boondoggle that class is! The textbook is written by someone who swallowed a dictionary, digested the meaning, and excreted the verbiage onto the pages. It's taught by a fellow from India for whom English seems to be a second language and who apparently has such trouble expressing himself that almost nobody in the class is able to follow his instructions. In the end, none of us is really sure what we're supposed to be doing. It's like the line from that country song "Boogie Woogie Choo-Choo Train," "she don't know what she's doing but she tries to do her best."
I wish I were home working on it now, but instead I have to spend an hour and a half in another useless class, my Senior Project. Where I have to watch someone else's presentations on what they're doing and scribble little notes on a form to present to the professor. Ugh. Ugh, and double ugh. It's not like I'm really learning anything from all these presentations; I'll probably just spend the time rereading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on my Visor and playing Dope Wars (I'm up to a $75 million high score by now). I'd rather be spending the time on writing this report, just so I can have it out of the way and go on to other, more fun things.
Oh well. Just a few more days, and this whole awful school thing will be over with. I just keep telling myself that . . .
In more serious news, a friend of mine is back in the hospital again, with stomach problems. He's been having these problems for weeks, was in the hospital once before--now he's back again for a couple of days. Hopefully they'll be able to find whatever it is and do something for it this time; the medicine they've been giving him apparently hasn't been sufficient.
I called him on the phone last night. I don't know, maybe I shouldn't have. I'm awful in these nervous phone conversations, I just keep worrying that I'm going to blurt out the wrong thing by accident. I'm not really the most secure sort of person when it comes to my friends, I have so very few of them and I keep offending them by accident. It wouldn't be exaggerating to say that I'm probably one of the most annoying people I know sometimes. I come across so much better in a text medium, where I at least have more time to think about what I have to say--but then again, even when I do, I usually end up saying it wrong anyway.
Schoolwork. I have a report to do by this evening on Alexandria Digital Literature as a part of the e-book industry report we're doing for our Strategic Management class. What an awful boondoggle that class is! The textbook is written by someone who swallowed a dictionary, digested the meaning, and excreted the verbiage onto the pages. It's taught by a fellow from India for whom English seems to be a second language and who apparently has such trouble expressing himself that almost nobody in the class is able to follow his instructions. In the end, none of us is really sure what we're supposed to be doing. It's like the line from that country song "Boogie Woogie Choo-Choo Train," "she don't know what she's doing but she tries to do her best."
I wish I were home working on it now, but instead I have to spend an hour and a half in another useless class, my Senior Project. Where I have to watch someone else's presentations on what they're doing and scribble little notes on a form to present to the professor. Ugh. Ugh, and double ugh. It's not like I'm really learning anything from all these presentations; I'll probably just spend the time rereading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on my Visor and playing Dope Wars (I'm up to a $75 million high score by now). I'd rather be spending the time on writing this report, just so I can have it out of the way and go on to other, more fun things.
Oh well. Just a few more days, and this whole awful school thing will be over with. I just keep telling myself that . . .
In more serious news, a friend of mine is back in the hospital again, with stomach problems. He's been having these problems for weeks, was in the hospital once before--now he's back again for a couple of days. Hopefully they'll be able to find whatever it is and do something for it this time; the medicine they've been giving him apparently hasn't been sufficient.
I called him on the phone last night. I don't know, maybe I shouldn't have. I'm awful in these nervous phone conversations, I just keep worrying that I'm going to blurt out the wrong thing by accident. I'm not really the most secure sort of person when it comes to my friends, I have so very few of them and I keep offending them by accident. It wouldn't be exaggerating to say that I'm probably one of the most annoying people I know sometimes. I come across so much better in a text medium, where I at least have more time to think about what I have to say--but then again, even when I do, I usually end up saying it wrong anyway.
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