Not at all what I said when I woke up this morning, but definitely the song that’s been stuck in my head.
[Thank you Glee.]
It’s been raining off and on all day thanks to Hurricane Hermine, which, incidentally is not pronounced “her-MY-knee” as I originally thought. Fox 4 people say that it’s “Hur-meen.” Since they are news anchors you can trust, I believe them.
I’ve moved my comfy chair outside to the balcony in the West Village apartments, and as I type, I could close my eyes and smell a thousand things – clean tire rubber, wet grass…I do rather wish I could close my eyes and smell the ocean though. I think, in a past life, I might have been a sailor.
In the present life, though, I’m simply stalling.
There’s a small part of me that feels like going to play basketball in the dark. But the practical side of me says that I’ll be wet, cold, and worn out before I’ve been out there ten minutes. I don’t feel much like being too miserable at the moment.
[It is still coming down in a steady, soothing drizzle.]
I’ve rediscovered running in the mornings – I go with a dear friend who definitely talks me into trying my very hardest to jog the full mile instead of jogging the two-thirds and walking the last third. We haven’t run in about a week now, though, so I’m afraid I’ll have a set-back and really may not make it as far.
Still stalling – I want to do my logic homework, but not really.
I find that logic is like math for arguments. It’s enjoyable only when you know the shortcuts.
So I’ve been trying to recall my former life when I did things like daily Latin exercises, diagrammed sentences in Greek, and yes, actually practiced logic exercise shortcuts. I knew valid, true arguments on site, could label syllogisms in a slightly somnolent state, and loved Venn diagrams and enthemymes. I could also say that the more our prof says the book is designed specifically for Wesleyan, the more skeptical I become of its credibility. I already dislike the way it’s put together. I suppose, that might be unfair. Kind of like a guy saying that he might enjoy her company, but just can’t get passed the way she’s put together. It’s not like it’s her fault. But really, this bit of information is neither interesting nor is it even remote scintillating. Let’s move on to stalling a little bit longer. That’s infinitely more fun.
[Hello hello. I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.]
More ways to stall that I’ve come up with in the last fifteen minutes have included taking a walk, cleaning my room, watching Glee, doing some laundry, researching Panhellenic rules, and devising a way to conduct a cleanse with Dora’s as my only resource. Have I mentioned that I like challenges?
Being outside and out of possible immediate distraction options has also kind of awakened within me an actual desire to get this done. So I’ll leave you, dear reader, with this parting thought:
I have heard some beautiful notes in my life, but they were nothing without the rest of the music, too.
