12.31.2003
Happy New Year to all, and to all a good night. :)
12.14.2003
Maybe Tolstoy got it right...?:
"'It's amazing how complete the delusion is that beauty is goodness. A handsome woman talks nonsense, you listen and hear only cleverness. She says and does horrible things, and you see only charm. And if a handsome woman doesn't say stupid or horrid things, you persuade yourself at once that she's wonderfully clever and moral.'"
Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata
"'It's amazing how complete the delusion is that beauty is goodness. A handsome woman talks nonsense, you listen and hear only cleverness. She says and does horrible things, and you see only charm. And if a handsome woman doesn't say stupid or horrid things, you persuade yourself at once that she's wonderfully clever and moral.'"
Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata
12.13.2003
Blogging in the dark.
It's late and I can't sleep.
I've tried to make myself as tired as possible with countless statistics problems in preparation for my impending exam. Caffiene consumption was limited to one cup early on in the day. I even bounced around to a few tunes, feigning physical exhaustion.
Hmm. This is odd.
Meh.
Let's try again...
It's late and I can't sleep.
I've tried to make myself as tired as possible with countless statistics problems in preparation for my impending exam. Caffiene consumption was limited to one cup early on in the day. I even bounced around to a few tunes, feigning physical exhaustion.
Hmm. This is odd.
Meh.
Let's try again...
12.10.2003
If I just breathe
Let it fill in the space between
I'll know everything is alright.
Breathe
Every little piece of me,
You'll see
Everything is alright.
If I just breathe.
- Breathe, Michelle Branch
Let it fill in the space between
I'll know everything is alright.
Breathe
Every little piece of me,
You'll see
Everything is alright.
If I just breathe.
- Breathe, Michelle Branch
12.09.2003
Great tune:
We walked on the beach beside that old hotel
They're tearing it down now
But it's just as well
I haven't shown you everything a man can do
So stay with me baby
I've got plans for you
This is the time to remember
Cause it will not last forever
These are the days
To hold on to
Cause we won't
Although we'll want to
This is the time
But time is gonna change
You've given me the best of you
And now I need the rest of you
Did you know that before you came into my life
It was some kind of miracle that I survived
Some day we will both look back
And have to laugh
We lived through a lifetime
And the aftermath
This is the time to remember
Cause it will not last forever
These are the days
To hold on to
Cause we won't
Although we want to
This is the time
But time is gonna change
I know we've got to move somehow
But I don't want to lose you know
Sometimes it's so easy
To let a day
Slip on by
Without even seeing each other at all
But this is the time you'll turn back and so will I
And those will be the days you can never recall
And so we embrace again
Behind the dunes
This beach is cold
On winter afternoons
But holding you close is like holding the summer sun
I'm warm from the memory of days to come
This is the time to remember
Cause it will not last forever
These are the days
To hold on to
But we won't
Although we'll want to
This is the time
But time is gonna change
You've given me the best of you
But now I need the rest of you
- This is the Time to Remember, Billy Joel
We walked on the beach beside that old hotel
They're tearing it down now
But it's just as well
I haven't shown you everything a man can do
So stay with me baby
I've got plans for you
This is the time to remember
Cause it will not last forever
These are the days
To hold on to
Cause we won't
Although we'll want to
This is the time
But time is gonna change
You've given me the best of you
And now I need the rest of you
Did you know that before you came into my life
It was some kind of miracle that I survived
Some day we will both look back
And have to laugh
We lived through a lifetime
And the aftermath
This is the time to remember
Cause it will not last forever
These are the days
To hold on to
Cause we won't
Although we want to
This is the time
But time is gonna change
I know we've got to move somehow
But I don't want to lose you know
Sometimes it's so easy
To let a day
Slip on by
Without even seeing each other at all
But this is the time you'll turn back and so will I
And those will be the days you can never recall
And so we embrace again
Behind the dunes
This beach is cold
On winter afternoons
But holding you close is like holding the summer sun
I'm warm from the memory of days to come
This is the time to remember
Cause it will not last forever
These are the days
To hold on to
But we won't
Although we'll want to
This is the time
But time is gonna change
You've given me the best of you
But now I need the rest of you
- This is the Time to Remember, Billy Joel
12.07.2003
Smiley cat!
(clap, clap)
Smiley cat!
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Smiley cat!
(clap, clap)
So. I've officially, unintentionally, and all-too successfully managed to completely reverse my sleep cycle and become nocturnal.
I achieved this feat by sleeping a mere 2.5 hours the night before. This was not planned. My bladder rudely awoke me at 5:30 a.m. and kept me on the toilet till I decided to just fuggedabout sleep. This is what an untreated UTI will do to you. Four hours later (and a few ounces of sanity lost), I decided to collect my marbles and do something about my condition - I'd hail a cab and make my way over to the walk-in clinic up Princess Street. Yet the moment I'd formed my resolve, the clouds lifted - the pain, discomfort went away! And so I went to the library...
...where I ended up face-planted in my Psych and Mental-Health Nursing text for the greater part of my 2-hour stint there.
Back home I consumed about half a cow and contemplated what to do. Studying was out of the question and I didn't want to sleep. Christmas shopping was my logical conclusion. Why not freeze my butt off and elbow my way through crowded (by Kingston standards) boutiques, attempting to browse but with no idea what to buy?
As it would turn out, my shopping journey proved far more productive than I ever would have anticipated - I returned to my humble abode with about twenty (I exaggerate) hand-picked Christmas cards and two actual gifts. After bursting my way to the bathroom (yep, that UTI's still most definitely there) and sorting through all my junk, I realized, with shock and chagrin, that a vital S&R bag was missing.
I couldn't believe it. I wanted to throw something against the wall. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I wanted to do a crazy dance that would reverse time and not make me the butter-fingers I apparently am.
So I slept. And just awoke. And here I am.
I achieved this feat by sleeping a mere 2.5 hours the night before. This was not planned. My bladder rudely awoke me at 5:30 a.m. and kept me on the toilet till I decided to just fuggedabout sleep. This is what an untreated UTI will do to you. Four hours later (and a few ounces of sanity lost), I decided to collect my marbles and do something about my condition - I'd hail a cab and make my way over to the walk-in clinic up Princess Street. Yet the moment I'd formed my resolve, the clouds lifted - the pain, discomfort went away! And so I went to the library...
...where I ended up face-planted in my Psych and Mental-Health Nursing text for the greater part of my 2-hour stint there.
Back home I consumed about half a cow and contemplated what to do. Studying was out of the question and I didn't want to sleep. Christmas shopping was my logical conclusion. Why not freeze my butt off and elbow my way through crowded (by Kingston standards) boutiques, attempting to browse but with no idea what to buy?
As it would turn out, my shopping journey proved far more productive than I ever would have anticipated - I returned to my humble abode with about twenty (I exaggerate) hand-picked Christmas cards and two actual gifts. After bursting my way to the bathroom (yep, that UTI's still most definitely there) and sorting through all my junk, I realized, with shock and chagrin, that a vital S&R bag was missing.
I couldn't believe it. I wanted to throw something against the wall. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I wanted to do a crazy dance that would reverse time and not make me the butter-fingers I apparently am.
So I slept. And just awoke. And here I am.
