Ode to a Week Gone By
A car commercial recently reminded me that sudden starts are bad for a car's engine. This makes me wonder. How am I to slowly awaken my car to the idea that the motor will soon be starting? Should I circle the engine and smoothly whisper into the headers that it will have to awaken? Should I stroke the gasoline longingly, hoping to excite it enough that the gas begins to flow? Should I thump the oil pump hard enough to make it move? Warning: sudden and confusing commercials are bad for Jon's brain. I'm thinking that my engines will just have to deal with sudden starts because I have no way of giving it warning.
I wonder if my brain can deal with sudden starts. Lately, I have been waking up with tight pains in my chest. I think this whole scared-awake side effect of my vibration alarms is putting my health in jeopardy. If I'm being hurt awake at 22, I wonder what awakening will be like when I hit the heart-attack age range. Hopefully, by then, I will have found a wonderful wife who doesn't mind waking me up with the occasional blow. Knowing the kind of woman I tend to attract, I doubt this will be the case. I will most likely awake to the butt end of some sawed off shotgun and mumbled admonishes for the bitch to take her damned lithium and leave me the fuck alone. Hopefully I will have a job that does not require me to awaken at a specific time. None of that 9-5 shit for me. But, the problem with having a relatively free-floating life is that I become relatively free-floating and nothing gets done.
I have a lot of things due within the next two weeks and the quality of life suffers because of it. Since this spring break has thus far been an exercise in dullness, one would think that I would take this time to get some work finished. In all honesty, I have finished a lot of work, but at the same time, I have left a lot of work unfinished. I had the capacity to lighten my workload to such an extent that the next weeks could have been free-floating. But, no, I had to be myself and let things fly. Rather than going to bed and waking up at a proper time, I have been going to bed at 4am and waking around 2pm every day. It takes me about three to four hours of sitting around reading a lot of nothing before I realize that things can be done. So, I slowly start to clean, while listening to music and watching television. Sometimes I play video games. Papers that can and should be done don't get done. It's sad, actually, what I'm avoiding. One of the papers is only two pages long and can be finished in less than an hour. It's the starting that perplexes me. I absolutely do not want to start it. I suppose it will have to be done today, because tomorrow is a wash and next week is devoted to two 8-page papers due on Wednesday and Thursday respectively. The big scare is the 4000 word paper due the following Monday on Kant, and I don’t know much about Kant other than he's a terrific bore but used to be a master pool shark.
I had books I wanted to read. I haven’t read any of them. Edwin A. Abbot glares at me from a spot on the floor that was covered in clothes only recently and I can hear the rancid howl of Bulgakov and Mishima from under the dusty wraps of my side library.
On the up side, I got action this week, and I went to Moline to get my drink on for St. Patty's day. Saw the Doc last night and left feeling quite old. Reminiscing does that to someone, even when they are only twenty-two. I got to meet the new blood and remembered what a wreck I was in high school and, in spite of the fact that some people think that high school is the best years of a person's life, was quite happy that I left my teenage years far behind.
The day so far has been spent listening to music and finding new bands. While this is always a worthwhile pursuit, I should be doing my paper and finishing up some research work, for which I am being paid beaucoup dollars for non-productivity. Before the night is over, I shall be making a mix CD for Wenchy. She's the only one who actually listens to the music CDs I make. I shall be posting my mix list on this blog, because I want to and I think you all should suffer my artistic inspirations.
I should've gone to Columbia. Expensive as fuck, though. $30,000 for a non-ivy league school, and not on the same level as UC Berkeley and Northwestern? Uh-huh. Spare my wallet.
I wonder if my brain can deal with sudden starts. Lately, I have been waking up with tight pains in my chest. I think this whole scared-awake side effect of my vibration alarms is putting my health in jeopardy. If I'm being hurt awake at 22, I wonder what awakening will be like when I hit the heart-attack age range. Hopefully, by then, I will have found a wonderful wife who doesn't mind waking me up with the occasional blow. Knowing the kind of woman I tend to attract, I doubt this will be the case. I will most likely awake to the butt end of some sawed off shotgun and mumbled admonishes for the bitch to take her damned lithium and leave me the fuck alone. Hopefully I will have a job that does not require me to awaken at a specific time. None of that 9-5 shit for me. But, the problem with having a relatively free-floating life is that I become relatively free-floating and nothing gets done.
I have a lot of things due within the next two weeks and the quality of life suffers because of it. Since this spring break has thus far been an exercise in dullness, one would think that I would take this time to get some work finished. In all honesty, I have finished a lot of work, but at the same time, I have left a lot of work unfinished. I had the capacity to lighten my workload to such an extent that the next weeks could have been free-floating. But, no, I had to be myself and let things fly. Rather than going to bed and waking up at a proper time, I have been going to bed at 4am and waking around 2pm every day. It takes me about three to four hours of sitting around reading a lot of nothing before I realize that things can be done. So, I slowly start to clean, while listening to music and watching television. Sometimes I play video games. Papers that can and should be done don't get done. It's sad, actually, what I'm avoiding. One of the papers is only two pages long and can be finished in less than an hour. It's the starting that perplexes me. I absolutely do not want to start it. I suppose it will have to be done today, because tomorrow is a wash and next week is devoted to two 8-page papers due on Wednesday and Thursday respectively. The big scare is the 4000 word paper due the following Monday on Kant, and I don’t know much about Kant other than he's a terrific bore but used to be a master pool shark.
I had books I wanted to read. I haven’t read any of them. Edwin A. Abbot glares at me from a spot on the floor that was covered in clothes only recently and I can hear the rancid howl of Bulgakov and Mishima from under the dusty wraps of my side library.
On the up side, I got action this week, and I went to Moline to get my drink on for St. Patty's day. Saw the Doc last night and left feeling quite old. Reminiscing does that to someone, even when they are only twenty-two. I got to meet the new blood and remembered what a wreck I was in high school and, in spite of the fact that some people think that high school is the best years of a person's life, was quite happy that I left my teenage years far behind.
The day so far has been spent listening to music and finding new bands. While this is always a worthwhile pursuit, I should be doing my paper and finishing up some research work, for which I am being paid beaucoup dollars for non-productivity. Before the night is over, I shall be making a mix CD for Wenchy. She's the only one who actually listens to the music CDs I make. I shall be posting my mix list on this blog, because I want to and I think you all should suffer my artistic inspirations.
I should've gone to Columbia. Expensive as fuck, though. $30,000 for a non-ivy league school, and not on the same level as UC Berkeley and Northwestern? Uh-huh. Spare my wallet.
posted by Jon at 1:10 PM
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Followed a link from your fark info to here because a post of yours on the HOH 'face phones' article left me amused. Just wanted to say hi and all that stuff. I'm gonna go stalk someone else now, I think.. :o
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