good morning
May. 18th, 2001 08:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireStrange dreams that I don't remember. I do remember waking up in the middle of the night, and all the lights were on for no reason.
My roommates irritate me in how much they consider "necessary" for living. Granted, I'm not much of a minimalist, with my computer and my eighteen different flavors of soap. But Caller ID, Call Waiting, Call Waiting ID, Voicemail, Digital Cable with hundreds of channels, and constant climate control are not that important. One can live without every phone option known to mankind, and cable is pretty obviously a luxury item. Granted, there are times when having AC is very good in Texas, but it doesn't need to run all the time. Someone said last night that we need a second phone line, and I wanted to strangle her. My friends make me feel old sometimes, like a parent. Not just because I find myself cleaning up after them, but because of their attitudes about life. They take way too much for granted, and sometimes don't seem to have a clue in the strangest places. Which disturbs me, in that I have thought them to be relatively smart cookies.
It just irritates the hell out of me when they just don't think.
Back to campus I go, to retrieve letters and have rambling conversations. It's nice to listen to Keith talking on the phone, slipping in and out of Czech. He's going to have to switch to Spanish or German to find something I don't understand now. Maybe I will lay in the grass outside of Calhoun and take a nap today to unwind. I have this headache, and I've been asked to drive someone to the airport. A thankless job, being a mom to someone else's kids.
Maybe I'll come home this afternoon and the apartment will be quiet. I can get some things done in that quiet. right now, I need some caffiene.
My roommates irritate me in how much they consider "necessary" for living. Granted, I'm not much of a minimalist, with my computer and my eighteen different flavors of soap. But Caller ID, Call Waiting, Call Waiting ID, Voicemail, Digital Cable with hundreds of channels, and constant climate control are not that important. One can live without every phone option known to mankind, and cable is pretty obviously a luxury item. Granted, there are times when having AC is very good in Texas, but it doesn't need to run all the time. Someone said last night that we need a second phone line, and I wanted to strangle her. My friends make me feel old sometimes, like a parent. Not just because I find myself cleaning up after them, but because of their attitudes about life. They take way too much for granted, and sometimes don't seem to have a clue in the strangest places. Which disturbs me, in that I have thought them to be relatively smart cookies.
It just irritates the hell out of me when they just don't think.
Back to campus I go, to retrieve letters and have rambling conversations. It's nice to listen to Keith talking on the phone, slipping in and out of Czech. He's going to have to switch to Spanish or German to find something I don't understand now. Maybe I will lay in the grass outside of Calhoun and take a nap today to unwind. I have this headache, and I've been asked to drive someone to the airport. A thankless job, being a mom to someone else's kids.
Maybe I'll come home this afternoon and the apartment will be quiet. I can get some things done in that quiet. right now, I need some caffiene.
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*sigh* I know the feeling
Date: 2001-05-18 07:41 am (UTC)I feel so old sometimes.
Re: *sigh* I know the feeling
Date: 2001-05-18 11:38 am (UTC)Alright. I think we should kidnap a few handsome, accented professors and run away to Budapest. Sound good? I'll meet you at the airport. ;)
Re: *sigh* I know the feeling
Date: 2001-05-18 02:56 pm (UTC)Re: *sigh* I know the feeling
Date: 2001-05-18 06:11 pm (UTC)