2005-03-24 - 12:59 p.m.
What I'm listening to: Can't Find My Way Home-Blind Faith.
I'm really enjoying blog life. I'm trying to write late at night or soon after I wake up. These days, with the amount of school work that I'm doing, it's a nice intellectual release before I start 'serious' writing. It takes a load off, kinda like the importance of taking a morning dump before you start your day. Get rid of yesterday's baggage, and start a new day.
When this song came out, one of my uncles had just bought his first car, was barely in 2nd year engineering after being at the uni for i think 4 years. He kept on failing courses. Spent too much time partying, going out for aimless drives, 'wasting time', but living his own narrative, which is the subject of many stories to us youngsters today.
On the other hand, my dad was recieving letters of thanks on House of Commons letterhead from Members of Parliament, for some of the design work that he was doing. Isn't narrative plurality wonderful?
Weather is nice, spring fever is in the air. I'm seeing a lot of bikers and skateboarders fly around campus. Elders have told me stay away from fast women.
Went out for drinks with a couple of colleagues from the other university last night. One of them, was somebody that I went out with once earlier on in the semseter. I remember thinking, hey, it's springtime....and you look pretty good....toiinngggg. But when we went out again, I remember why I didn't ask her out on a second date. Some of her beliefs....oye. I could never exchange bodily fluids with an essentialist. It's just wrong. But on the other hand, when you get two people with strong personalities in bed, the sexual energy is overwhelmingly wonderful.
On a sadder note, I went to class last night, and one of my colleagues brought her mother to class with her. I thought...this is interesting, maybe she wanted to share her presentation with her mother. Understandable-but unorthodox (I'm close to my parents, but not that close).
So as class went on, my colleague was shaking a lot, and scribbling instead of writing in her notebook. I thought that she may be autistic, even though I don't know much about this, but it was a thought. She kept on leaving class and coming in, as well as changing spaces a lot, and asking questions about presentations that were somewhat in line with the presentation, but not quite 'there'.
She had left for an extended period of time, and at break I went up to her mother and asked if the colleague was ok. Her mother replied in the negative, and kinda gestured to not to worry about it. Knowing full well that it's none of my business, I replied 'let's us know if we can do anything'.
I wasn't at the last class because we're on strike, but somebody told me quietly that this colleage was stepping in and out of the room and crying a lot. At the end of class she apologized, and said that something triggered something that happened a while back, or something like that.
It's really sad to see somebody so kind, so brilliant, not have the opportunities that the rest of us have, to learn, to intergrate. I'm glad to see that her parent is taking care of her like that. It's nice to see a parent that cares, that would do anything for the welfare of their child.
