The Color Of Love
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At the moment it's 5:30pm and I'm at the library. I'm tired and class really knocked me out. It seemed for the first hour it was left up to be to be the soul voice within the class.
Sometimes that happens. Everyone else is afraid to speak up, to perhaps make a mistake, to say something stupid.
I figure, 'heck I say stupid stuff all the time...it's nothing new for me' so up I pipe and away we go. Occasionally I'll get lost, that's when I delve into philosophy. Even most of my professors really don't know a lot about philosophy. And when even *I* don't know what I'm talking about...I can sound like I do. It's a gift. The gift of a pompous ass.
Anyway, it tends to wear me down.
I've been working on some stuff for my big paper, but I was a little put off by getting my first small paper back today. I didn't get the mark I was looking for and frankly I can't understand why. He didn't give me a lot of criticism, nor did he really point out any obvious flaws- just merely commented on 'not seeing it'. But that was the problem- the paper was a totally subjective analysis of our favorite science-fiction movie. How can that be objectively critiqued?
So I'm sort of down.
I went through my blogroll, which is even more depressing because there are so many great writers out there. (I hate you all) Okay not really, but yes. Parts of me hate you. The jealous, envious, ego parts. The rest of me loves you.
I'd pack up and go home now but a) I have to walk 4 city blocks in the rain to get to my car and then b) sit in traffic because it's rush hour in Toronto...
So now I'm blowing off steam, afraid to leave this computer because they get gobbled up like mid-20th century central European states by the Germans and I don't have the energy right now to do anything but appease.
But despite my whining I'm actually quite happy today. I'm just saving all my happiness for later when I'm comfortable in my jammies and warm bed.
That last sentence should have sounded less sensationalistic but I'm not about to erase it.
Looking at photos now. I like this one today. There's just so much whimsical evil in my daughter's eyes...I know she gets that from me. Well the whimsy she gets from me, the evil is soooooooo her mother.
Just kidding honey...
Maybe I should have saved that joke until I was inside the house...she could probably change the locks on me before I made it home.
Damn!!
Um...honey? You're so pretty....
(that's an inside joke)
Anyone got a doghouse I could sleep in?
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4 Comments:
I predict that you wont be in search of a dog house when you get home, um, no. See, I reckon Shell has a sense of humor much like yours and she'll laugh, just like I did.
I love the pic of GG, and the one with the crown too, they are pixie precious and princessy.
Your self portrait is a little bit intimidating, were you going for that? I mean, once I heard your voice on video sound I knew you were. are a ted E bear, so who are you trying to bluff here? Heh heh.
Okay, now I've read the entire post from that day, your Saturday post that isn't about Saturday, anyway, I like the picture even if it is bad ass, you remind me of a bad ass looking biker I know who used to sing little bunny foo foo to my little sister when she was two. When the other bikers started laughing at him he told them to get their bunny ears up or he was going to proceed to kick all of their asses. It was great, all of those bikers with their bunny ears up, forfinger and middle finger, making wiggly bunny ears. Baaaaaahhaaaaaaa, I guess you sort of had to be there.
The shades, I could say it was psychological that you left the shades on. You know? A self portrait that while positioned dircetly, still allows for the mystery of less than total self revelation. We sometimes hide when we aren't comfortable, don't we?
Um, right on great granny for the college fund contribution! Right on, I can't say that enough.
I've sure missed the way you write, I've sure missed the way you make me laugh.
She is pretty
No dog house for you...
Oh and I forgot to throw this out there, James E's wife is going to have a new born any minute now, should we try to wrestle together a baby shower in the homie room?
"What's her name?"
"GG."
"Where does GG live?"
"In Canada."
"She's cute."
(conversation I just had with Pickles)
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