spark brain
Apr. 30th, 2001 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireMy head aches. My roommate insists on turning the AC on. It's 72 outside. Weirdo.
I wish I was doing something fun, something stimulating, something exciting. I wish I was learning from something tonight. Perhaps my real dissatisfaction with my life is that I feel like I don't have the opportunity to be around intelligent people having intelligent discussions in a reasonable, interesting manner. It's why I like school. I can visit my professors and talk about the American educational system, literature, politics, squirrels, etc. It's like pulling teeth sometimes to get my peers to have such discussions. It happens sometimes, but not enough. I feel starved sometimes for intellectual content. Perhaps that is why I like to read the journals of so many writers and other fascinating people on Livejournal. I hear another voice, another set of ideas, something new. A world I've never seen. I don't feel like I grow enough, or that I get challenged seriously. I want to learn. Feed my brain.
I'm thinking I should move my computer back into my bedroom soon. Sitting out here listening to the television is hardly inspiring, especially when someone is watching something incredibly boring. Maybe I'm just still uncomfortable in this space that is not totally my own. It still bothers me.
To bed I go. Hopefully to pleasant dreams about squirrels and professors and Russian literature. No more nightmares. I slept quite poorly last night, who knows why. I should change my sheets. The blue ones are not nearly so comfortable as the red ones. I want more sheets like these, so soft and wonderful. Why must sheets be so expensive?
I wish I was doing something fun, something stimulating, something exciting. I wish I was learning from something tonight. Perhaps my real dissatisfaction with my life is that I feel like I don't have the opportunity to be around intelligent people having intelligent discussions in a reasonable, interesting manner. It's why I like school. I can visit my professors and talk about the American educational system, literature, politics, squirrels, etc. It's like pulling teeth sometimes to get my peers to have such discussions. It happens sometimes, but not enough. I feel starved sometimes for intellectual content. Perhaps that is why I like to read the journals of so many writers and other fascinating people on Livejournal. I hear another voice, another set of ideas, something new. A world I've never seen. I don't feel like I grow enough, or that I get challenged seriously. I want to learn. Feed my brain.
I'm thinking I should move my computer back into my bedroom soon. Sitting out here listening to the television is hardly inspiring, especially when someone is watching something incredibly boring. Maybe I'm just still uncomfortable in this space that is not totally my own. It still bothers me.
To bed I go. Hopefully to pleasant dreams about squirrels and professors and Russian literature. No more nightmares. I slept quite poorly last night, who knows why. I should change my sheets. The blue ones are not nearly so comfortable as the red ones. I want more sheets like these, so soft and wonderful. Why must sheets be so expensive?
