Today is Thursday, Oct 20, 2005 and I'm exhausted. Tomorrow I begin the four hour drive home, but right now I'm laying on a hill, probably with a septic tank buried below it, because it has no trees, staring at a once again cloudless sky. I don't want to drive home tomorrow, I want to lie here under the sun and stress out about scheduling, careers, the meaning of life, etc. Unfortunately, I've made promises to at least 3 people, and the problem when you break a promise to that many people is that there's no one left to take your side, or if there is you're still outnumbered like 3:2. Besides the fact that it's morally wrong, etc. Anyway, I wish I had a belt right now, and I think only Talley and Meridith would understand that, but since they never read this blog, the comment is falling on deaf ears. But still it stands, and thus it is written.
Unlike most things you put off until tomorrow, this tomorrow is coming, and I'm going to go to the Acon-whatever Saturday, and just generally be busy. Despite the fact that weekends at home are never that exciting, (hey, I love you guys, but you don't get drunk and do crazy things and then get lost and then I have to find you, or at least, not yet.) it's unusual if I retain more than about 6 hours of sleep. This makes the drive back very 'exciting' as some of my passengers put it. I just want an extra large coffee and really really loud music, so I can stay semi-coherent and not have to talk to anyone as a plus, because my ear drums are shot.
I like Mechanical, I really do, but I still wonder if I like it enough to wake up at 8 am for the next 40 years to go do it. My 'mentor' was not mentor-ful in the least, and just made me question myself more. Any one that opens with the one mistake in life was that she didn't major in Architecture, she just settled because Mechanical was OK should not be allowed to be a freaking professor with a PhD. I missed lunch, and now I'm waiting for a bus that will never come, because the bus driver has a lunch and a break, both of which are the stop before me. Now I've got to choose my path back to my dorm, and once again recite Robert Frost's 'A Road Not Taken' at the corner of dean Keton and Speedway, because it's a habit and it's the only corner I yield for in Austin, because it has 6 lanes of on-comming traffic and I like that poem, even if it is over done. I know I'd told Meridith to sign me up for judging the debate tournament, but I don't know if that'll happen. I don't like Mrs. Ward, the only way to get her to do anything is to be just as mean to her as she is to you, and after hearing Erin complain about time keeping, it's sounding less and less appealing.
Congratulations, you have made it through a totally depressing, whiny blog. I would post the Jesus story, and probably will, but right now I just think it makes me look dumb. Goodnight to all.
