12/09/2010

AGAIN with the missing a day. Not good, Richard. Not good.


Last night, I got a call at about 8:30 from Brianne, who wanted me to come downtown to celebrate her friend's successful Thesis defense. So, I went, with no desire to drink, and no money to buy a drink anyway, just for funsies. Had a pretty good night, got to meet Brianne's friends a little better than I have, and incidentally ran into another fella, whom I've run into before, but have never really liked. Turns out, he's a pretty OK guy these days, as he gave up drinking and his former man-trampy ways and converted to Mormonism. There were some sad drunks, and there was some pretty heavy conversation for a celebratory night at the bars, but that was perfectly alright as well, and in fact, led to a greater understanding of the fantastic people I've allowed into my life. 


Also, I've come to a realization. I have an AWFUL memory for certain things. Turns out, I need to write in this blog daily, and carry a notebook with me at all times, not because I constantly have epiphanies or profound thoughts, but because I keep forgetting all of the little moments and stories that this blog is supposed to be dedicated to, which results in much more general, less interesting overviews of my life, as opposed to a record of all of the times I influenced the people around me for the better. I know I wrote about this shortcoming just a couple of entries ago, perhaps a week, but it is still true, and still needs to be rectified. As of tomorrow, my semester is over, as I will be taking my Latin final exam and my music history online quiz, and I only have a final on Monday in History, which should take me approximately 15 minutes to complete, if past tests have been any indication. Also have a 4 page paper due on Thursday at noon, but that should be no problem at all. Latin, however...Latin is a big, scary beast of an obstacle between me and Jersey, and one that will haunt me for the next 12 hours. So, I'm off to go sleep, then study, head to class, and kick that test's ass. Goodnight.


         -Richard


QOTD:
""There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love." 


AND, in contrast:


"Honest good humor is the oil and wine of a merry meeting, and there is no jovial companionship equal to that where the jokes are rather small and the laughter abundant." 


Both are by Washington Irving.