many times today, i kept wishing i’d deleted that last posting from last night, but i just read it again, and i don’t think it’s really that bad. christine told me that jerri instant-messaged her, asking if i was all right, because of that last posting, i guess.
it’s funny how jerri and christine have an instant-messaging relationship. i wonder if they talk on the phone. how does jerri do all that instant-messaging while taking care of her baby? has lucy learned how to work the computer yet? she’s about four months now, i think, i bet she’s mastered it.
i find the instant-messaging annoying, usually. i had yahoo instant messenger, but i deleted it. when i’m on the computer, i’m usually writing something, so having that instant message is too distracting. and if i’m not writing, i’m looking something up, and i don’t like to be distracted from that. not usually, anyway.
while i wasn’t worrying that i sounded too depressed online last night, i was trying to think of some glimmer of goodness or happiness or joy or anything resembling any of the above, so that i could write about it, so as to not appear to be horribly depressed.
well, i DO get to see jekyll & hyde again next sunday, but i think i already mentioned that. but it does make me happy, just thinking about the fact that i get to see it again.
but sunday seems like a long way away.
i turned in my english paper tonight. done.
i wrote more of my play today, and i think i’m nearing the end. i’m pretty happy with it, and am eager to hear it read aloud.
see, positive, positive, positive…
i’m going to visit christine in denver soon, and i know that will be fun. i may come back or i may not.
i HAVE to come back, because i have to FINISH MY CLASSES.
i still have to write one more paper for english class. it’s due december 12th, exactly eight weeks from today. i wish i knew what the topic was already, so i could get started right now.
erica didn’t start her paper till saturday night, but she managed to write three drafts. the first one, she hand-wrote.
i didn’t tell her that i only wrote ONE DRAFT.
i mean, i changed it around a little as i wrote, but i didn’t write any more drafts.
i think that erica is just a much deeper thinker than me.
i hope i don’t flunk my paper. that would kind of suck.
i have no expectations about it.
no expectations about ANYTHING.
i HOPE to sleep through the night, for example, but i don’t EXPECT to.
tonight in class we talked about “the begger’s opera,” an 18th century comedy. the professor started talking about sitcoms, and how they’re pap for the masses, and then this one guy had a lot to say about tv, and i got bored with his discussion. the guy wanted to know how people who have “hard jobs,” i guess he meant welders and bricklayers and people who do physical hard work, how they feel about magazines and stuff writing so much about celebrities. hmm, in print that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense; he must have made a couple more points about tv being crappy and celebrities, but it got slightly tiresome.
i tried to point out that i know plenty of intelligent people watch some sitcoms, and how they like to escape. it’s a little hard having a discussion about tv with the professor, because he doesn’t even own a tv, and hasn’t seen any tv since about 1950, i believe. is that about when it came out? i feel that maybe he watched a show or two when he was a tyke, but then, no more.
personally, i think tv is just a way to fill up time. not necessarily a bad way, especially when there’s something riveting like “meet joe black” on tv. i told my dad about it, and he wants to see it, but i told him that i ruined it for him, because i told him about brad pitt walking off into the sunset with anthony hopkins, but then brad came back to be with anthony’s daughter. dad said he didn’t mind, and i feel that maybe i didn’t do an A+ job of actually describing the story in a logical manner, so that’s a good thing if he couldn’t follow it, and will be surprised as the story unfolds.
did you BUY your ticket for “jekyll & hyde” yet? because it might just be TOO LATE, and then you’ll miss it, and you’ll be darn sorry you did.
ok then,
grace with no expectations about anything at all. ever.