Monday, November 29, 2004
So what does a boy do? That's a good question. Right now I'm simply festering in my anger at all things technical and contemplating the Amish life...no cars...no computers...just barn raisings. It's official - the Amish are smarter than us. Why else would they deny technological advances? They know that stress is a direct result of crap going wrong - and when you have a lot less to go wrong, well you're just that much less stressed.
I'm sick of it. I guess I need to work on my homework and try to cut down on these depressing events. Wish me luck. It's going to be a long, long winter.
Friday, November 12, 2004
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...except for the fact that it's 1:36 a.m. the night before the MACURH conference. I've been packing and preparing my programs for this weekend long suaree (sp?). Add the factor of yearbook proofs and class strain and it's been quite a stressful week. I'm psyched about surprising my MACURH buddy with more treats and traveling to the wonderful land of Nebraska to celebrate residential life programming.
I'm a nerd, I know. The important thing is that I enjoy what I'm doing. My stress level has evened out as I have now crossed the Rubicon. For those of you unfamiliar with this phrase, I implore you to study the life of Julius Caesar and the story of the First Triumverate. That's right, I don't have to go to Western Civ. tomorrow and once again I refer to the class in my journalistic musings.
BTW, there's nothing so thrilling as seeing your name in print. Credit for writing a story, even if it was about class registration, is amazing. Well, I'm going to take my trash out and then get some sleep before this adventure begins. I'll update Sunday assuming I'm coherent.