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Apr. 25th, 2008 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageMmmm. Talked to Tay! Once you leave them behind, you get an idea of which people were/are your friends. How trite, no? I know she's my friend because she told me something incisively true that I'd hate to admit, and I didn't interject and stop her. I trust her? Christ.
We're going in totally different directions with school. She didn't remember that normal means perpendicular. No math classes. Instead (among other things) she is doing anthropology and advanced French grammar, the latter of which sounds so hot. I feel like I would be bored with it, though. So I'm trying to force myself to be better at more things while I still can. And I don't usually make sense or enjoy my decisions. Yet. People like me can only survive in this sort of godsmustbecrazy world; I would be dead for so many reasons otherwise. I still have far to go before I can leave the shelter of the cluster and join the ranks of normal citizens. I am used to two types of people: total rednecks or people who care a lot about learning. Grey areas, I am not so good. Normal I am not. And many other things. If I go insane, I'm shipping her my as-yet-unwritten memoirs.
I feel like I am making progress, but I've got a ways to go. I think I try too hard to understand things. I'll never capture the image of the city I left behind. Too many movable parts, none interchangeable. And I know I wasn't going to stop at a city, and it's only getting more complex. The internet shows us way more than we need to see. I'm not just talking two girls one cup (my brother actually watched the whole thing), I mean it is just too easy to find things. This is why I like computers. You can overload yourself with data and feel even smaller. Every problem solved unlocks more, that maze of twisty passages all alike. I might even be too drained to hunt puzzles this go around, though. Somebody kick me in the head.
We're going in totally different directions with school. She didn't remember that normal means perpendicular. No math classes. Instead (among other things) she is doing anthropology and advanced French grammar, the latter of which sounds so hot. I feel like I would be bored with it, though. So I'm trying to force myself to be better at more things while I still can. And I don't usually make sense or enjoy my decisions. Yet. People like me can only survive in this sort of godsmustbecrazy world; I would be dead for so many reasons otherwise. I still have far to go before I can leave the shelter of the cluster and join the ranks of normal citizens. I am used to two types of people: total rednecks or people who care a lot about learning. Grey areas, I am not so good. Normal I am not. And many other things. If I go insane, I'm shipping her my as-yet-unwritten memoirs.
I feel like I am making progress, but I've got a ways to go. I think I try too hard to understand things. I'll never capture the image of the city I left behind. Too many movable parts, none interchangeable. And I know I wasn't going to stop at a city, and it's only getting more complex. The internet shows us way more than we need to see. I'm not just talking two girls one cup (my brother actually watched the whole thing), I mean it is just too easy to find things. This is why I like computers. You can overload yourself with data and feel even smaller. Every problem solved unlocks more, that maze of twisty passages all alike. I might even be too drained to hunt puzzles this go around, though. Somebody kick me in the head.
