Gotta love broadband.
So now I'm kind of twiddling my thumbs, trying to rationalize the sad pulpy mess that is my life to at least give it the pretense of logic and meaning. My thumbs seem to be stuck in a funk though, so this whole immersion into delusion thing isn't working out so well.
So I've narrowed it down to IBM ThinkPad T43 vs. ApplePowerbook iBook G4 14-in. Sort of like practical vs. frivolous-but-pretty. Well, I think I've narrowed it down anyway. I should stop obsessing over this and concentrate on the tiny, negligible-yet-meaningful ways I can help alleviate world poverty or something. Christ. Kill me now, Spartacus.
I've been trying to read Jeffrey Sachs' The End of Poverty, which I surprisingly found at Fully Booked. That's not going so well, too; since I constantly find myself drawn to my fleetingly irrestible stash of Jennifer Crusie and Nora Roberts. It passes quickly though; after a handful of pages of hot sexual flashes and endearing moments I go all mental barf-y and turn on the TV. I remember watching this Sachs interview in my Wealth & Poverty of Nations class and feeling all giddy with inspiration. But that was months ago, and now all I want to do is be an effective and witty bum.
I'm honestly totally ambivalent about going back to school. I mean, sometimes I miss it, sometimes I'm afraid of it, sometimes I think it's the coolest place on this here Earth, sometimes I just want to drown myself in slumber and never wake up because of it. Because, if I'm honest with myself (and like a ho, I rarely am), there was a lot of misery involved, a lot of pseudo-soulsearching that I like to repress to death and/or nothingness. I'm just regressing, I guess.
Ho-hum, dum dee dum.
Coldplay don't make me giddy anymore. Speed of Sound sounds all blah; at first I thought it was Dave Matthews. High expectations and all that, I guess. Ok. Blabbingblabbing. Blahblahblah.
So now I'm kind of twiddling my thumbs, trying to rationalize the sad pulpy mess that is my life to at least give it the pretense of logic and meaning. My thumbs seem to be stuck in a funk though, so this whole immersion into delusion thing isn't working out so well.
So I've narrowed it down to IBM ThinkPad T43 vs. Apple
I've been trying to read Jeffrey Sachs' The End of Poverty, which I surprisingly found at Fully Booked. That's not going so well, too; since I constantly find myself drawn to my fleetingly irrestible stash of Jennifer Crusie and Nora Roberts. It passes quickly though; after a handful of pages of hot sexual flashes and endearing moments I go all mental barf-y and turn on the TV. I remember watching this Sachs interview in my Wealth & Poverty of Nations class and feeling all giddy with inspiration. But that was months ago, and now all I want to do is be an effective and witty bum.
I'm honestly totally ambivalent about going back to school. I mean, sometimes I miss it, sometimes I'm afraid of it, sometimes I think it's the coolest place on this here Earth, sometimes I just want to drown myself in slumber and never wake up because of it. Because, if I'm honest with myself (and like a ho, I rarely am), there was a lot of misery involved, a lot of pseudo-soulsearching that I like to repress to death and/or nothingness. I'm just regressing, I guess.
Ho-hum, dum dee dum.
Coldplay don't make me giddy anymore. Speed of Sound sounds all blah; at first I thought it was Dave Matthews. High expectations and all that, I guess. Ok. Blabbingblabbing. Blahblahblah.
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