I'm Cramped


Friday, January 19, 2001
Once again... the class thing... Sitting in class during the lunch break. Another variation on a theme if you will. You learn more stuff everyday but will you retain that information or lose it, never to be tampered with again. Perhaps though some if it will stick inside a compartment in your tiny brain creeping around one day to be released one day. Oh the excitement of it all... What is creativity after all. Who says that numbers on a page or formulas dancing around in one's head aren't as creative as paint or ink or some other fluid like substance drying on some media as we all ooh and ahh over the situation. Perhaps there is a type of bliss in pondering Pi or other oddities of the world. Alas I digress (sp?) into ramblings again... I shall pick up this thread again one day... I promise...


Friday, January 12, 2001
Sucking down coffee, it makes you ponder. Legal drugs at work, what a great idea. Everyday we suck down caffeine, aspirin, Tylenol, Advil and who knows what not... Why then can't we pull out a bottle of Rye, "for medicinal reasons", you know and suck down a glass or three. Which throws out another tangent... must everyone always say a blank or two. Personally I prefer three or more. Once you have had that first one. Three or more makes sense. Do you really want one or two or do you want to go full out and greet your bender with glee. This is my friends is a question we must all think about. Who knows? I ramble too much anyway... back to the coffee...


Thursday, January 11, 2001
I'm in class... class... a place where people go to learn... Not that many of us are actually learning though... Most of us are staring out the window dreaming of places or things we would rather be doing... Rows of people, rows of chairs, rows of dreamers all in a row... The whole starts to remind you of Catcher in the Rye but it's not... It's like when you read that book in high school and it was so coooool but not now... You reread the thing and for some reason it just doesn't work well not like it used to... Time and space that's all it is... Where you are and what you are doing... Stop this city I want to get off...


Wednesday, January 10, 2001
It's another day and another year in the naked city... Actually it's just a university, but at times it feels like a town... A small town with people peering in at you... wondering what you are doing... what you are feeling... what you are thinking...

Why did they put me here? I ask that quite a bit lately... one day I'll have the answer...