This is our best chance
-There is no chance, just look at where we are
I'm not going to give up, I promised
-It's ok, I'm letting you off the hook. Let me go...
I'm sorry
-Don't be
Caught between a heart and a noose
Where shall I turn when both fail
Looking for love turned obtuse
fate and love; economies of scale
by me josh b
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Wednesday
Apparently now we are receiving blog topics at the commencement of each class.
As I have been lax in my postings this can only be a positive change.
Even though , well, never mind
Softball has been an up and down emotional experience
Exactly what I have come to expect and love
Perhaps this reflects my personal life
I do seem to thrive and seek out emotional corruption and disorder
It is far to early in the day to begin commenting on psychology of my daily actions
But I do find myself being entirely and wholly consumed by my thoughts
Daily epiphanies have evolved into second nature
I come to expect them, not so much looking forward to them and seeking them out,
but just letting them present themselves as they may
Phenomenal day of softball Tuesday night
After being defeated Monday night in the opening game of the tournament, we faced a must win situation
We were able to overcome and early deficit and win confidently 19-10
Our reward: another game in ten minuets
This game however was not a game, the outcome was determined in just 3 innings
We were the victors, 20-5.
Great success
We play on Thursday against a team who had been previously undefeated until last night when they lost to the current undefeated team in our bracket.
I am eager to play and get back on to the field
Injuries and all are thrown carelessly to the waysides
This is playoff season, my time
I do see myself making an appearance at church after the completion of our current softball season
I do enjoy my fellow teammates, and in all honesty, I will miss them
ahahahah, no not really, and you;d be a fool to believe that was why I would show my face in church
Curiosity more than anything. I do plan on playing co-ed in the fall.
Originally I was going to play for the Hospital and for Westside, however there will be this little thing called nursing school I will be attending at the same time
So perhaps I will remain with just one team
Micro is proving to be an admirable challenge this summer semester
My instructor is brilliant in regards to the field in which she teaches
And she expects the same from us
She does however make it a point to establish continual eye contact with I during her lectures
An additional TB skin test has been preformed on me yesteray
Damn nursing school requirements
I have to run over to the Health Dept between classes today and get my shot records
God I hate that place
I have only been there twice
Hopefully I can receive my records and dip
I do not hate that place as a result of the few personal memories I have of it: Kawasaki's disease, early morning arrivals, little black kids rubbing their heads against the waiting room walls; no it is not these memories with create an utter taste of disdain, I just hate people at free clinics.
Every little Mexican jumping bean seems to be their with their small tribe of yelling soccer playing children
And I do believe they hold a daily, even hourly Obama rally in the waiting room
Lights are on, but it's dark up in that bitch
lol
I actually do not care about race, people are just always running around in that place and the small is truly something beyond words
Such fond memories of an unfaithful partner
As if I did not know
I have completely ignored the blog topic for the day, so let me get to it son
Cell phones: Should they be allowed in class?
This does however seem like an essay topic for one the numerous high school tests we were mandated and even threatened to pass. In high school they should be allowed but not to be on, and only to be used in cases of emergencies. Eggs need to focus on receiving whatever education they can, shit, they could even be President one day if The Man lets them again. Gotta keep the forced laborers happy. I'm sure the plantation owners did the same back in the day, throw some chicken their way after the harvest of a bountiful crop, or grant an afternoon off for the attendance of a local watermelon festival. So yes I'm saying rich white American allow the White House to become somewhat less white, after all, he IS half white, so at least he is half right. Oh, cell phones. High school: yes but off and not out and about in public view, and no blue tooth devices. I can even begin to describe how irritating it is to see a blue gum walking around with a blue tooth talking obnoxiously loud in regards to, " I tolds him, I said I said, ain't no way I'm bringing extra for his boys, he betta put a rang on my finga if he wants the goodies, my shit is tight gurl." Yes, no joking. And then I look despairingly to my left and notice a male going by the name of "tater." Yes, tater. I can only assume it is a derivative from the carbohydrate word "potato." Cam pants, bass pro shops shirt, some random rifle brand hat with a fishing hook displayed proudly at the forefront, freckles scattering his pasty white skin, boots made to trump any muddy conditions thrown upon them, all of this accentuated with a lovely wad of chewing tobacco protruding from his check as if a baby where three short seconds away from delivery. As I pass I hear, " well, maybe that last bottle of Jim Bean should of been left in the truck, I found myself chasing after little E(his dog) and damn near drowning in the lake. Never did I find my pants." wtf? I mean, really. I had to follow this guy around for the fifteen minutes as he retold this even to his over weight friend who I assume played a role in the local production of Deliverance. In closing, cell phones in school=restrictions but allowed, cell phones out of school, priceless.
As I have been lax in my postings this can only be a positive change.
Even though , well, never mind
Softball has been an up and down emotional experience
Exactly what I have come to expect and love
Perhaps this reflects my personal life
I do seem to thrive and seek out emotional corruption and disorder
It is far to early in the day to begin commenting on psychology of my daily actions
But I do find myself being entirely and wholly consumed by my thoughts
Daily epiphanies have evolved into second nature
I come to expect them, not so much looking forward to them and seeking them out,
but just letting them present themselves as they may
Phenomenal day of softball Tuesday night
After being defeated Monday night in the opening game of the tournament, we faced a must win situation
We were able to overcome and early deficit and win confidently 19-10
Our reward: another game in ten minuets
This game however was not a game, the outcome was determined in just 3 innings
We were the victors, 20-5.
Great success
We play on Thursday against a team who had been previously undefeated until last night when they lost to the current undefeated team in our bracket.
I am eager to play and get back on to the field
Injuries and all are thrown carelessly to the waysides
This is playoff season, my time
I do see myself making an appearance at church after the completion of our current softball season
I do enjoy my fellow teammates, and in all honesty, I will miss them
ahahahah, no not really, and you;d be a fool to believe that was why I would show my face in church
Curiosity more than anything. I do plan on playing co-ed in the fall.
Originally I was going to play for the Hospital and for Westside, however there will be this little thing called nursing school I will be attending at the same time
So perhaps I will remain with just one team
Micro is proving to be an admirable challenge this summer semester
My instructor is brilliant in regards to the field in which she teaches
And she expects the same from us
She does however make it a point to establish continual eye contact with I during her lectures
An additional TB skin test has been preformed on me yesteray
Damn nursing school requirements
I have to run over to the Health Dept between classes today and get my shot records
God I hate that place
I have only been there twice
Hopefully I can receive my records and dip
I do not hate that place as a result of the few personal memories I have of it: Kawasaki's disease, early morning arrivals, little black kids rubbing their heads against the waiting room walls; no it is not these memories with create an utter taste of disdain, I just hate people at free clinics.
Every little Mexican jumping bean seems to be their with their small tribe of yelling soccer playing children
And I do believe they hold a daily, even hourly Obama rally in the waiting room
Lights are on, but it's dark up in that bitch
lol
I actually do not care about race, people are just always running around in that place and the small is truly something beyond words
Such fond memories of an unfaithful partner
As if I did not know
I have completely ignored the blog topic for the day, so let me get to it son
Cell phones: Should they be allowed in class?
This does however seem like an essay topic for one the numerous high school tests we were mandated and even threatened to pass. In high school they should be allowed but not to be on, and only to be used in cases of emergencies. Eggs need to focus on receiving whatever education they can, shit, they could even be President one day if The Man lets them again. Gotta keep the forced laborers happy. I'm sure the plantation owners did the same back in the day, throw some chicken their way after the harvest of a bountiful crop, or grant an afternoon off for the attendance of a local watermelon festival. So yes I'm saying rich white American allow the White House to become somewhat less white, after all, he IS half white, so at least he is half right. Oh, cell phones. High school: yes but off and not out and about in public view, and no blue tooth devices. I can even begin to describe how irritating it is to see a blue gum walking around with a blue tooth talking obnoxiously loud in regards to, " I tolds him, I said I said, ain't no way I'm bringing extra for his boys, he betta put a rang on my finga if he wants the goodies, my shit is tight gurl." Yes, no joking. And then I look despairingly to my left and notice a male going by the name of "tater." Yes, tater. I can only assume it is a derivative from the carbohydrate word "potato." Cam pants, bass pro shops shirt, some random rifle brand hat with a fishing hook displayed proudly at the forefront, freckles scattering his pasty white skin, boots made to trump any muddy conditions thrown upon them, all of this accentuated with a lovely wad of chewing tobacco protruding from his check as if a baby where three short seconds away from delivery. As I pass I hear, " well, maybe that last bottle of Jim Bean should of been left in the truck, I found myself chasing after little E(his dog) and damn near drowning in the lake. Never did I find my pants." wtf? I mean, really. I had to follow this guy around for the fifteen minutes as he retold this even to his over weight friend who I assume played a role in the local production of Deliverance. In closing, cell phones in school=restrictions but allowed, cell phones out of school, priceless.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
between classes
within an instant all is lost
joy, hunger, peace, and shame
do the results outweigh the cost
all in fun, done as a game
true love, life's lion to tame
by me, josh b
joy, hunger, peace, and shame
do the results outweigh the cost
all in fun, done as a game
true love, life's lion to tame
by me, josh b
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Questions
It has been several days since my previous post. Life has been good, bearable. Softball has been going along fine. My team is in order to win our division, a feat which has not been accomplished in a very long time. Our tournament begins next week and I am eagerly looking forward to its commencement. I have batted 19-24 the past 6 games. Something I am extremely proud of. My teammates have begun to take notice and frequently comment me accordingly; however, my response is always consistent:" no, we all played good." Yeah I know, not a characteristic people think of in regards to me concerning softball or any competitive sport for that matter. Sadly I know the season is almost at an end. I shall seek out active leagues and do all I can in order to play, oh how I just want to play. I love the game. I love the passion which i emit while on the field. The joy I receive from rounding third base and heading home. The look of pure awe on opponents faces after successfully throwing a runner out from deep in the grass. The smiles on my teammate's face as I return to the dugout. Yes, it is this sport in which my soul finds peace. I would not trade my bruised and battered shins for any aspect or belonging in the world.
At night I dream. My appetite has returned. My mind, well, it never stops running; but when I need to sleep, it gracefully takes a rest allowing me to do the same. I am no longer haunted by farce aberrations, this divine intervention which has been bestowed upon me is a pleasant surprise. One I do enjoy and cherish. One I would not trade for any other. Things go without saying?, well I need to hear things said for things to be, well, things. If I can have any chance of being happy then why not take it? WHy should I remain stuck in neutral while the world continues past in high gear? Shall I wait upon a perch for a master to return home who has no longer any desire to do so? Will I hang myself upon a tree in order to receive the attention of billions who do not care for me? No, I think not. However, the company is nice. The games, or better yet psychological endeavors, shall subside for the moment. No longer will my actions be driven my faulty and somewhat psuedo motives.
I do at times wish this blog had become what I now want for it to be: a secret place to just type my thoughts and comments on life. But from it's initial inception it never had a chance for such glory. As much as I enjoy finding solitude in my thoughts and prevent others from peering in, I do seem to present a window. Never a clean or clear window, but enough for an outside to distinguish the outlines of objects in motion within. For once I would like to wrong. For my thoughts and predictions to fail miserably. Why can't there be an event which happens out of sheer circumstance, out of the blue, luck as they call it. Hmmmmm, perhaps I have that now. Is there some possibility I could accredit this, luck, to a higher power? Could I have created such an event out of thin air? Do I really need to increase my ego? Regardless of how and why events have accumulated to now, I am happy with them. Ty.
Blah, this post is not a deep one. Take it at face value for I have not put any effort into intertwining subliminal messages withing. Just posting to receive credit in class, if I can sit down and find something to write about with passion and vigor, then I shall post and glorify it.
yeah nothing, no poetry shall come from within this morning
several pathetic attempts only confirm my belief that I am happy
Write about joy and your smile they say
No my dear, such is not my style
Oh, so we have received back our essays from last week, we are supposed to reread them and then blog about our thoughts and opinions about our own writing. While I always believe I can write a better paper, I am happy with the analysis I provided regarding the topic. I do wish I could have had longer to complete the assignment, well actually, a more detailed assignment. I could write all day on literary devices used by writers. I do believe I could have turned this assignment into a term paper instead of a brief overview of the main examples. However, I decided to ignore the blatant examples, and decipher the underlying feats. here are some questions we are supposed to answer in this blog post:
Does it "read well"? Fluently? Clearly? Is it complete and concise?
Yes, yes, yes, and yes.
I believe achieving a concise and fluent paper is a vital aspect of any paper. It also should carry over to everyday conversation. I have not yet perfected that transition. I do believe the paper is complete in what I was asked to write over.\
Did you say what you meant to say?
Yes, if not, then why bother writing?
well, she has taken down the remaining questions we were assigned to address. I believe she wanted them to be used more as guidelines. I know how I feel about my writing abilities: they can always improve, and I wish to add to my vocabulary. A feat proving to be arduous this morning due to a tired brain. I do hope my instructor provides me with much advice on how to improve my writing, I will not become hurt my her opinion. I do respect her and am eager to grow as a writer. Damn, the questions are back up.
What are your strengths in writing that you did well in this paper?
I believe i present a clearly thought out and organized paper. My ability to incorporate vocabulary, along with insight, within my writing only increases the efficiency with which I write.
What aspects of your writing would you like to improve, based upon the paper you have written?
As always I believe everything within my writing can be improved, and I hope to achieve this desire. Without the aid from a computer equipped with spell check my writings would be illegible and a joke. I seek to improve my vocabulary skills and knowledge in the literary/grammar field. Any aspect one can think of, I would like to improve.
that is the end of the questions. Life is good, and for once, I do not seek answers to why, no more questions. I am done.
At night I dream. My appetite has returned. My mind, well, it never stops running; but when I need to sleep, it gracefully takes a rest allowing me to do the same. I am no longer haunted by farce aberrations, this divine intervention which has been bestowed upon me is a pleasant surprise. One I do enjoy and cherish. One I would not trade for any other. Things go without saying?, well I need to hear things said for things to be, well, things. If I can have any chance of being happy then why not take it? WHy should I remain stuck in neutral while the world continues past in high gear? Shall I wait upon a perch for a master to return home who has no longer any desire to do so? Will I hang myself upon a tree in order to receive the attention of billions who do not care for me? No, I think not. However, the company is nice. The games, or better yet psychological endeavors, shall subside for the moment. No longer will my actions be driven my faulty and somewhat psuedo motives.
I do at times wish this blog had become what I now want for it to be: a secret place to just type my thoughts and comments on life. But from it's initial inception it never had a chance for such glory. As much as I enjoy finding solitude in my thoughts and prevent others from peering in, I do seem to present a window. Never a clean or clear window, but enough for an outside to distinguish the outlines of objects in motion within. For once I would like to wrong. For my thoughts and predictions to fail miserably. Why can't there be an event which happens out of sheer circumstance, out of the blue, luck as they call it. Hmmmmm, perhaps I have that now. Is there some possibility I could accredit this, luck, to a higher power? Could I have created such an event out of thin air? Do I really need to increase my ego? Regardless of how and why events have accumulated to now, I am happy with them. Ty.
Blah, this post is not a deep one. Take it at face value for I have not put any effort into intertwining subliminal messages withing. Just posting to receive credit in class, if I can sit down and find something to write about with passion and vigor, then I shall post and glorify it.
yeah nothing, no poetry shall come from within this morning
several pathetic attempts only confirm my belief that I am happy
Write about joy and your smile they say
No my dear, such is not my style
Oh, so we have received back our essays from last week, we are supposed to reread them and then blog about our thoughts and opinions about our own writing. While I always believe I can write a better paper, I am happy with the analysis I provided regarding the topic. I do wish I could have had longer to complete the assignment, well actually, a more detailed assignment. I could write all day on literary devices used by writers. I do believe I could have turned this assignment into a term paper instead of a brief overview of the main examples. However, I decided to ignore the blatant examples, and decipher the underlying feats. here are some questions we are supposed to answer in this blog post:
Does it "read well"? Fluently? Clearly? Is it complete and concise?
Yes, yes, yes, and yes.
I believe achieving a concise and fluent paper is a vital aspect of any paper. It also should carry over to everyday conversation. I have not yet perfected that transition. I do believe the paper is complete in what I was asked to write over.\
Did you say what you meant to say?
Yes, if not, then why bother writing?
well, she has taken down the remaining questions we were assigned to address. I believe she wanted them to be used more as guidelines. I know how I feel about my writing abilities: they can always improve, and I wish to add to my vocabulary. A feat proving to be arduous this morning due to a tired brain. I do hope my instructor provides me with much advice on how to improve my writing, I will not become hurt my her opinion. I do respect her and am eager to grow as a writer. Damn, the questions are back up.
What are your strengths in writing that you did well in this paper?
I believe i present a clearly thought out and organized paper. My ability to incorporate vocabulary, along with insight, within my writing only increases the efficiency with which I write.
What aspects of your writing would you like to improve, based upon the paper you have written?
As always I believe everything within my writing can be improved, and I hope to achieve this desire. Without the aid from a computer equipped with spell check my writings would be illegible and a joke. I seek to improve my vocabulary skills and knowledge in the literary/grammar field. Any aspect one can think of, I would like to improve.
that is the end of the questions. Life is good, and for once, I do not seek answers to why, no more questions. I am done.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Circle
free to be, free to see
One aft, one foe
til i sleep, til i weep
your heart and soul, shall i keep
by me, josh b
One aft, one foe
til i sleep, til i weep
your heart and soul, shall i keep
by me, josh b
Monday, June 8, 2009
Martha
He was realistic about it. There was that new harshness in his stomach.
No more fantasies, he told himself.
Henceforth, when he thought about Martha, it would only be to think that she belonged elsewhere. He would shut down the daydreams. This was not Mount Sebastian, it was another world, a place where men died because of carelessness and gross stupidity.
Briefly, in the rain. Lieutenant Cross saw Martha's gray eyes gazing back at him.
He understood.
It was very sad he thought. The things men carry inside. The things men did or felt they had to do.
He almost nodded at her, but he didn't.
Instead he went back to his maps. He was now determined to perform his duties firmly and without negligence.
- from, "The Things They Carried, by Tim O'Brien
Let me say again, I immensely enjoy our literature selections in my English class. My instructor wants me to seek out a minor in English. Such high aspirations I have created within my mind. I honestly desire to sit, read and discuss literature with my English professor. She emits a pure and genuine love for English. this is the lone reason for my decision to take her class at 730 in the morning, on a Monday. Ahhhhhh, the more we discuss O'Brien's work and the subtle meanings and literary devices he uses the more i fall in love with Literature and English.
Psychology later on in the afternoon. I always am enticed by the potential discussions and topics open for debate.
I am first in my Baseball fantasy league!! This is my first attempt at playing fantasy baseball, and I am overjoyed with the current results. I am overjoyed with the current results in life! I know I have stated I would refrain from expressing my emotional joy and the few happiness's in life, as far as relations are concerned, but ty Candice, ty.
All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh; but there we were...
- from "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov
No more fantasies, he told himself.
Henceforth, when he thought about Martha, it would only be to think that she belonged elsewhere. He would shut down the daydreams. This was not Mount Sebastian, it was another world, a place where men died because of carelessness and gross stupidity.
Briefly, in the rain. Lieutenant Cross saw Martha's gray eyes gazing back at him.
He understood.
It was very sad he thought. The things men carry inside. The things men did or felt they had to do.
He almost nodded at her, but he didn't.
Instead he went back to his maps. He was now determined to perform his duties firmly and without negligence.
- from, "The Things They Carried, by Tim O'Brien
Let me say again, I immensely enjoy our literature selections in my English class. My instructor wants me to seek out a minor in English. Such high aspirations I have created within my mind. I honestly desire to sit, read and discuss literature with my English professor. She emits a pure and genuine love for English. this is the lone reason for my decision to take her class at 730 in the morning, on a Monday. Ahhhhhh, the more we discuss O'Brien's work and the subtle meanings and literary devices he uses the more i fall in love with Literature and English.
Psychology later on in the afternoon. I always am enticed by the potential discussions and topics open for debate.
I am first in my Baseball fantasy league!! This is my first attempt at playing fantasy baseball, and I am overjoyed with the current results. I am overjoyed with the current results in life! I know I have stated I would refrain from expressing my emotional joy and the few happiness's in life, as far as relations are concerned, but ty Candice, ty.
All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh; but there we were...
- from "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Class
I find my fellow classmates utterly useless and continually epitomizing the definition. After careful observation, I have only found one student to be somewhat interesting; he is an odd and unique fellow to say the least. Caucasian skin covered with artistic ink designs; symmetrical piercings in each ear, the circumference of each rivals nothing I have witnessed in my short existence; a deliberate and educated thought process is evident whenever he opens his mouth and presents an opinion. He is a rather curious and intriguing creature. He provides validity to the quote, " You cannot judge a book by its cover." However the rest of the student body is completely worthless. Mentally, the open conversations are a bore, and generally I remain silent and successfully predict who is state and what and so forth. Do not misconstrue what I am saying, the material covered in class consumes my thoughts immensely, and I am ready for the challenge this summer proposes. Time for Lab. Peace.
Lolita ftw
ty Kw and Dallas for turning my interest towards this literature. Epic rofls
Lolita ftw
ty Kw and Dallas for turning my interest towards this literature. Epic rofls
26 (5)
Continuing affairs interrupt transcending love. Incredulous nuances
levy ostentatious odium. Knavish
degeneracy ejaculates elenchical perspectives. Elicit repudiations
allow nefarious deeds .
Neoteric occurrences tattoo I, cultivating eternity
by me, josh b
levy ostentatious odium. Knavish
degeneracy ejaculates elenchical perspectives. Elicit repudiations
allow nefarious deeds .
Neoteric occurrences tattoo I, cultivating eternity
by me, josh b
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Lolita
Tuesdays and Thursdays are Microbiology days
10:00 to 3:30, with 10 mins between lecture and lab
Oh joy....
Actually don't believe that BS, I am truly excited
Possibly because I am forced to interact with my fellow students while in lab
Something I openly despise, but still I am drawn by my curiosity to create new friendships
Friendships which will only last for the duration of the summer semester
The few partners I had in my spring semester classes, well, I just do not talk with them anymore
They have served their purpose, and it would be foolish to attempt to remain in contact with them, but oddly I do wish them success in life, and I were to see them randomly around town I would stop and chat. Something I do not do for many
My books finally arrived yesterday afternoon, well, 3 out of the 4 have. I currently am still waiting for my Psychology text to arrive.
Ah Psychology
A topic which consumes the vast majority of my day, thoughts, and actions
This would be the class I am most excited about taking, if only I could take an astronomy class, my desires would be complete.
I do believe I will buy a telescope eventually
But returning to psychology
My professor seems to be, interesting to say the least
But not for a Psych teach, actually he is exactly how I would expect a Psych instructor to be
Self-proclaimed genius, evolutionist, thinks outside of the box, anti-church/God, and so forth
I am anticipating the class discussions over the vast array of ethical issues he has announced will be brought up in class: gay rights, religious beliefs, theory of evolution, euthanasia, among others.
As I look around the class I do not see many who I deem as passionate about their beliefs, which makes me a little sad, because I do not want to be just engaging the professor in a continual debate
However as the class progressed there were several students who gave their two cents regarding topics, potential yes!
Ohh, and the guy has to be mixed with German! Score again!
I could continue all day in regards to Psychology and my joy for the subject, but I believe I will stop here
Well, after this next statement of course
Today, since 00:00, I have begun an experiment
Truly an experiment that will test my will and fortitude
Not I am not embarking on this trial because I think what I am doing is wrong and I need to stop and blah blah blah
I am curious to see the outcome and ultimately learn about my resilience and determinatio
So Day 1 it is....
At the wonderful hour of 07:30. my English class commences
Damn traffic heading toward 2 47 almost resulted in my tardiness
I will be forced to take an alternate route
I am also excited about ENGL
I selected to take this early class because of the teacher
She is the only English teacher I have had in college
And I find her absolutely excellent
Plus she likes me, and that always works for my advantage
I did wish to remain relatively low key the first day, but it did not take her long to use my name in analogies and to point out my write skills in regards to papers
Which I made all A's on in her class last semester
I am excited for the literature slated for this semester
Oedipus will constitute the majority of our finaly
Pure Joy!!
WE will be having a unit on poetry, drama, various short stories, all complete with papers, presentations, and class discussions
And this class seems to love class discussions
Which is something English class lacked in the Spring
Of course at the conclusion of class I had to stop and have a conversation with the instructor, conveying to her my excitement and joy for this semester
Yes, a kiss up, I know
And to top off a great of class, there is nothing better than a softball game
And damn was it hot
I normally pride myself on my physical condition and I never sit on the bench between innings nor do I feel sluggish while on the field
But damn, yesterday was rough
It was out first game back after two weeks of rain-outs
I played the entire game in right center, and by the 4th inning I was like, mas aqua por favor
But it was a great game nonetheless
final score 22-10
I was moved from the lead off hitter to 3rd in the batting lineup
I went 5for 5, with 2B, 3 RBI, 3R and had an epic collision at the plate, which I was safe/ Poor little hoco kid. I played a flawless game in the outfield and even had an outfield assist. Great stuff
I still look in the stands each game and visualize certain spectators being there
Odd i know
But what heart I have I leave out there on the field,
Every play I give it everything
It's how I battle my inner demons
And last night, I was victorious
I must say, I am close with this team
The genuine care and concern displayed by these Baptist continues to astound me
Even tho i do not attend the church like I have in the past, I find myself closer than ever with these men
And I do believe I care for each and everyone of them
The cheers i get from strangers in the stands
The young ones who remember my from youth show up and chant my name, knowing what kind of person I used to be
And at the conclusion of a game, when my fellow teammate opens up and states a hard time in his life and is brought to tears, I find myself, well, praying for his well-being
A rare act of genuine care and concern by me
Outside of work I should add
The last time I have even came close to showing care and affection would be, thurs night
I wanted to believe you, so badly, but yet, I couldn't
For that was just another night, with another person to be forgot in the morning
At least that's what I force myself to believe
I am ready to be thru with these emotions
I had been for oh so long
I'm just so ready for the new to beginning
I desperately want for it to work out
Anyone who can put up with my shit is a welcomed sight
Hopefully this weekend will work out
I do need it
Time to shower, and read over the chapters for Micro
"Lolita, light on my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style."
- excerpt from "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov
10:00 to 3:30, with 10 mins between lecture and lab
Oh joy....
Actually don't believe that BS, I am truly excited
Possibly because I am forced to interact with my fellow students while in lab
Something I openly despise, but still I am drawn by my curiosity to create new friendships
Friendships which will only last for the duration of the summer semester
The few partners I had in my spring semester classes, well, I just do not talk with them anymore
They have served their purpose, and it would be foolish to attempt to remain in contact with them, but oddly I do wish them success in life, and I were to see them randomly around town I would stop and chat. Something I do not do for many
My books finally arrived yesterday afternoon, well, 3 out of the 4 have. I currently am still waiting for my Psychology text to arrive.
Ah Psychology
A topic which consumes the vast majority of my day, thoughts, and actions
This would be the class I am most excited about taking, if only I could take an astronomy class, my desires would be complete.
I do believe I will buy a telescope eventually
But returning to psychology
My professor seems to be, interesting to say the least
But not for a Psych teach, actually he is exactly how I would expect a Psych instructor to be
Self-proclaimed genius, evolutionist, thinks outside of the box, anti-church/God, and so forth
I am anticipating the class discussions over the vast array of ethical issues he has announced will be brought up in class: gay rights, religious beliefs, theory of evolution, euthanasia, among others.
As I look around the class I do not see many who I deem as passionate about their beliefs, which makes me a little sad, because I do not want to be just engaging the professor in a continual debate
However as the class progressed there were several students who gave their two cents regarding topics, potential yes!
Ohh, and the guy has to be mixed with German! Score again!
I could continue all day in regards to Psychology and my joy for the subject, but I believe I will stop here
Well, after this next statement of course
Today, since 00:00, I have begun an experiment
Truly an experiment that will test my will and fortitude
Not I am not embarking on this trial because I think what I am doing is wrong and I need to stop and blah blah blah
I am curious to see the outcome and ultimately learn about my resilience and determinatio
So Day 1 it is....
At the wonderful hour of 07:30. my English class commences
Damn traffic heading toward 2 47 almost resulted in my tardiness
I will be forced to take an alternate route
I am also excited about ENGL
I selected to take this early class because of the teacher
She is the only English teacher I have had in college
And I find her absolutely excellent
Plus she likes me, and that always works for my advantage
I did wish to remain relatively low key the first day, but it did not take her long to use my name in analogies and to point out my write skills in regards to papers
Which I made all A's on in her class last semester
I am excited for the literature slated for this semester
Oedipus will constitute the majority of our finaly
Pure Joy!!
WE will be having a unit on poetry, drama, various short stories, all complete with papers, presentations, and class discussions
And this class seems to love class discussions
Which is something English class lacked in the Spring
Of course at the conclusion of class I had to stop and have a conversation with the instructor, conveying to her my excitement and joy for this semester
Yes, a kiss up, I know
And to top off a great of class, there is nothing better than a softball game
And damn was it hot
I normally pride myself on my physical condition and I never sit on the bench between innings nor do I feel sluggish while on the field
But damn, yesterday was rough
It was out first game back after two weeks of rain-outs
I played the entire game in right center, and by the 4th inning I was like, mas aqua por favor
But it was a great game nonetheless
final score 22-10
I was moved from the lead off hitter to 3rd in the batting lineup
I went 5for 5, with 2B, 3 RBI, 3R and had an epic collision at the plate, which I was safe/ Poor little hoco kid. I played a flawless game in the outfield and even had an outfield assist. Great stuff
I still look in the stands each game and visualize certain spectators being there
Odd i know
But what heart I have I leave out there on the field,
Every play I give it everything
It's how I battle my inner demons
And last night, I was victorious
I must say, I am close with this team
The genuine care and concern displayed by these Baptist continues to astound me
Even tho i do not attend the church like I have in the past, I find myself closer than ever with these men
And I do believe I care for each and everyone of them
The cheers i get from strangers in the stands
The young ones who remember my from youth show up and chant my name, knowing what kind of person I used to be
And at the conclusion of a game, when my fellow teammate opens up and states a hard time in his life and is brought to tears, I find myself, well, praying for his well-being
A rare act of genuine care and concern by me
Outside of work I should add
The last time I have even came close to showing care and affection would be, thurs night
I wanted to believe you, so badly, but yet, I couldn't
For that was just another night, with another person to be forgot in the morning
At least that's what I force myself to believe
I am ready to be thru with these emotions
I had been for oh so long
I'm just so ready for the new to beginning
I desperately want for it to work out
Anyone who can put up with my shit is a welcomed sight
Hopefully this weekend will work out
I do need it
Time to shower, and read over the chapters for Micro
"Lolita, light on my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style."
- excerpt from "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov
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