For Memory. For Pleasure

Why is it that I can never convince myself to set aside time to do the things I enjoy? What sort of foolish behavior is it that we deprive ourselves of the things we enjoy so that we can, what, accomplish things? What are you accomplishing if you are not taking care of yourself first?

I'll bet that even if I knew the answers to all of this, I wouldn't be any closer to writing consistently. So, let's just go with what we've got today, hmm?

I like the days that I tamper with my alarm clock a bit while I'm still asleep. When I'm lost in a place between waking and sleeping, and I'm not quite sure what the thing actually does, or what it's many possible uses could be. It's been so many things that I can't remember, and has given me some of the best moments of sleep. That said, I'd still rather do without it. I'd much rather just go to bed early enough.

So I continued to slumber off and on until I got a phone call. Daphne, from the University Counseling Center? The last ticket to the Jordan Table? You're darn right I want it! SOLD!

A shower, clothing selection, bike ride and confused campus-map-search later I was headed off to my next meeting with a ticket in my hand that I thought was all but lost to me. The event had been fully reserved, you see. I came to find later that the venue was impossibly small.

The Study Abroad office was the next destination. A meeting with a master had been arranged, and the beginnings of my journey were laid out on the table. There is much to be done, and much to look forward to. Let's hope it comes to fruition.

Back to The Lounge to print a resume for my next meeting, which I would come to find later would not be upheld by the alternate party. Back in the present, I desired food. Kathleen seemed like a good choice for a lunch buddy, and with her recent surgery, she'd have something to talk about. She arrived and I set a course for soup, bread bowl required. McAllister's was the name of the game, Potato for me, Chicken and Dumplings for her. I was the fool, she was the victor. I helped he write up a contract to make her flaky roommate pay her bills. Don't people get paid a lot of money to do this stuff? That's what friends are for, though, right?

So I rush to the Career Counseling Meeting, a requirement of my Marketing class, and an interesting event in itself, and my advisor fails to show. So, I set about the crunch to finish the Accounting homework I'd yet to do, due in an hour. Luckily, he takes it up at the end of class - Which is a horrible idea. I know I'm not the only person that sometimes does the work in class and pays no attention to what he's saying. But I prefer to do it before, so I can type it and print it. Alas, I've days of laziness abound.

Calculus. Third Exam. I either got the last two tricked me. They're the only ones I might have missed. I kind of can't believe how good I've gotten at this stuff. I always told myself I couldn't do 'crazy stuff like calculus'. Funny, how your mind works around things you don't understand, blowing them out of proportion... and then with explanation comes ease.

I was given some shoddy directions to the Jordan Table event. SARAP Tea House. I was given an address that claimed to be in another city as far as gmaps was concerned. "Past the car lot headed toward Batesville" she said. This information is:
-Vague
-Wrong

After searching up and down the highway for 15 minutes, I decided to stop in a Chevron and ask for some assistance in locating the mirage. He had no idea where it was. 15 more minutes of driving around, and I find the building directly behind the Gas Station. Thank you, knowledgeable fellow.

I arrived alone, not being able to bring any friends, so the first step was to find a table with someone that would provide for interesting conversation. This proved very easy, as a Brazilian woman nearby was saying some amusing things. One in particular I recall. She was telling a friend of hers that she needed a boyfriend, because it's time for "Winter, Wine and Boyfriend" No, Wait: "Wine, Winter and Boyfriend. Yes." She later mentioned to me that I should get a girlfriend to go along with my Wine. I concur. She also told me of various popular Brazilian dishes, weddings in Brazil, A U-Shaped house that she adored, and that I seemed interestingly different than most of the men she'd met. Hearing that never gets old, I'll have you know.

There is so much more to be said about the Jordan Table, I'll have to break it down later. If only I could remember her name (after chanting it to myself over and over again. Apparently that method doesn't work). I should be asleep. There was another meeting, then some internet lollygagging, and now this entry, and once it's done, homework. There's something to look forward to.