Sickness

It appears returning home for Thanksgiving entails getting my usual sinus infection...

I woke up on Sunday morning feeling awful. It took me forever to get packed up to head back down to campus; we ended up leaving home about an hour late. Luckily, my mom wasn't too stringent about the time we left. I'm certainly thankful for that. I made it back to campus around 4:00pm and by the time I met up with J at 8:15pm or so (her bus... two hours late!), my legs were actually sore. It was awful.

Yep, sickness that makes your muscles weak to the point they complain about existing. I didn't end up in bed for another six hours, which was, in retrospect, rather ignorant. I ended up dancing with the swing club and hanging out instead.

I got a little under six hours of sleep, but I did actually get up on time. It was exciting; this never happens. I took a good half-hour shower and tried to no avail to fix my shredded throat and nasal passages. Arrived for class on time and stayed awake through all of it. I was impressed.

Sadly, I did wake up in the middle of the morning and make a huge racket trying to find my cough medicine. Totes inside of totes, of course. I am fairly sure I woke my roommate up, whom I hadn't talked to since before Thanksgiving break started. I don't think he hates me, though... at least, I hope not!


And no, this post really isn't relevant in any way but I can't think of much else to be inspired to write about right now. So this can get filed under complaints and we can all just pretend it didn't happen or something of that nature...

- E.

Home Lost

As a freshman university student, I've gone through the interesting process of losing that sense of "home" for my childhood home. I'm headed back to campus tomorrow morning and I've been ready to get back since I arrived home this past Tuesday.

It sounds awful but there's just nothing here for me anymore. My parents are here, and a few other assorted relatives... there are also a few friends from high school that I like to keep up with, but our schedules aren't easy to manage. There's also my high school teachers, many of whom I'm looking forward to speaking to whenever I get the chance. That's about it.

Home doesn't feel like home anymore. I lived in that house for eighteen years and some odd months; I had never lived anywhere else until college started. My parents bought the house and moved in a few years before I was born, so I never had that experience of "moving somewhere" until a few months ago.

It wasn't as painful as you might think, and I'm completely comfortable saying that my life is down at school. All of my new friends are down there (you too, J!), as are the clubs that I'm involved in... And it sounds strange but there are certain aspects of my courses that I enjoy, too.

I guess my point is that some of us have been ready to move on for a long time. This was what I needed and it's been good for me. It's a fresh start, sort of, but you're not forced to give up all of your past if you don't want to. It's not that I've forgotten my roots or that I'm a rotten human being who went through the first eighteen years and odd months without finding anyone or anything to care about. That's not the truth at all.

I think the truth is more... I've been searching for something my whole life and I've begun to discover it through the whole college experience. I'm not sure what exactly I've started to find but I know it's there. And I think in some sense, birds fly because they have wings... those of us with that fire inside search because we must.

Anyways, in light of Thanksgiving, I'm thankful to exist in a time and place where I can experience these things. I'm sure other eras had similar experiences for their youth, but I think we are in a wholly unique position. It's special.

Or should I say "speshul?" Nah, I'm not crazy yet.

Yet.

- E.

Shiny Golden Banana Stickers

From Metalocalypse on Cartoon Network.

This is the one thing I really want for Christmas and apparently J just can't deliver...

It's so sad.

- E.

Introduction

Initial: E
MBTI: INTJ (also had ISTJ once)


Hi. Hola.

I'm in to lots of things. Instead of just hammering out a very long list of my extremely varied interests, I think I'll just drop a few paragraphs about some things I like and why. This will barely scratch the surface and won't come near the breadth of topics... but it's a start.

One of my great loves is certainly history. From a philosophical standpoint, there is a certain beauty to seeing the cause and effect that takes place in the world. I really feel that connection between past, present, and future. Some have describe me as an "old soul," but I think it's more of a love for order. History puts the chaos of the world in to an orderly framework. I really am a modern man, I swear!

That brings me to philosophy. Thinking about thinking; ain't that something? I like philosophical discussions (or thought processes) in reference to just about anything. Politics, religion, the economy, overall life philosophies... it all really tickles my brain. Sometimes it's more the process of thinking about things than what I'm actually thinking. I love to come up with Devil's advocate-style viewpoints. I find thinking about these things actually helps in a lot of facets of life...

And speaking of life, I have quite the life. I'm a university student, I'm contemplating taking up the cello, I love swing dancing (and recently blues; also have limited salsa experience), I am semi-fluent in Spanish (talk slow, be simple!), I have an interestingly eclectic taste in music, I like to tinker with computers, I enjoy art and its creation (Blender is about the only way I can do that) and I have a budding interest in process improvement (e.g. industrial engineering).

I think that's about enough for now. I guess this will be my first "signing off" moment... how exciting!

- E.