cat's cradle

mark. 47. colquittfam. dubrav? zodiac sign- appropriate, as it is fitting to drab's novels that he recommends- a bore.

yes, i hate you. UGH! the only emotion i felt was hatred/anger, and that i feel all the time. you did nothing special. what i would like my life to be colored with is a plate of heavenly food. instead, all i get is pasta and the various failed attempts by the dining hall. they call them dining halls here, not the servery. the available options for lunch in the warm foods line: lasagna, and pasta romanoff.

little poop cousin? ugh stop asking about the postcard! i told my cousins to send it up here; i'm not going to read it though. it's only going to distract from the now. more book recommendations! more cowbell!

vonnegut rated himself on his books. only cat's cradle and slaughterhouse 5 received an A-plus. sirens of titan- an A. i'm going to trust vonnegut on his own works and start with what i should have started: cat's cradle. hmm, well, i wouldn't want to read a great piece of work and then become disappointed in his other novels. but who's to say that i'm going to read more of his novels? fine. only cat's cradle and timequake. nothing else.

too many references in calamity physics. in one chapter of the book- around 10-20 pages, parentheses abound to these bits of esoteric information, yet i have no desire to look all of them up. one of the 10 best books in 2006 by the NYT? of course. in 2006. that's been over. i should have bought a different book.

what else to do today: take my first quiz in neuro. open book/note/audio. i get 2 attempts to make a 100.

i started having daydreams again. yesterday at the mall. at borders. in bed. apparently it's a remedy for ennui.

i found the perfect boyfriend for nants: my roommate. waxes philosophy, the search for truth. although i'm not sure how she feels about african americans and someone who doesn't like to party/drink.

itunes. browsing through the list, i was searching for any piece of music that i haven't listened to, or at least played once. everything was there, except for cambodian kane. haha.

right, cat's cradle. i used to have this piece of red/yellow/orange string that came in a book showing how to make string figures. i did that when i was a kid- jacob's ladder, cat's cradle, the eiffel tower, etc. what happened to my childhood, that loop of taut string? my mom cut it up and ties it to our luggage. it helps the family quickly and efficiently identify our baggage at the terminal so that we can get out of there as fast as possible.