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Apr. 27th, 2005 @ 08:42 pm decompression
Current Mood: good
Current Music: Moby - Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad?
Whoo, look at all the stress go.

I still have tons of stuff to do, but so much was due at once that the cycle has been reset. I've got maybe another week before I start freaking out again. Right now I'm just finishing up all my smaller assignments so that I can free up some time to do the bigger ones. That's what I love about syllabi--when you get something small done, it's done. You're not going to work your ass off to get 20 things done on Tuesday only to get 20 more on Wednesday. And the feeling of accomplishment is wonderfully addicting. Instant gratification isn't the best motivation to keep on slugging away, Sisyphus-like, at a workload of epic proportions, but hey, it keeps me going.

Programming isn't nearly so bad when the deadlines are just far away enough that you don't have to worry about them yet. It's great when you've just started because you can take your time and do things at your own pace. There's something beautiful about letting a program take shape, like running your hands over wet clay and realizing it as a pot. Same goes for the social lab--I'm learning to enjoy it to the point where I find myself going there even when I don't need to use the lab facilities. Sure, it's a prison when you're there on Friday night and all your friends are waiting for you to come hang out with them and you're three days behind deadline and you're failing two classes and everyone else is goofing off on the Internet or playing Warcraft, but under other circumstances, it's more or less the same as your room. I spend ten gazillion hours on the computer anyway, so I might as well spend them in a place with other people. And while distractions abound, there aren't nearly as many as there are in my room. The ten minutes I spend watching my fellow lab-hobbits play DotA is far less counterproductive than the two and a half hours I'd spend playing River City Ransom on my laptop. And there's a warm, almost family-like feeling about being in a room with people working on many different things, especially when a lot of these people are bigger and smarter than you and willing to help with pretty much anything.

And reading. And writing. Good God, how much I missed you two. It's like I've been holding my breath for too long. I would hug Hemingway if there was anything left of him to hug. (Poor man.)

It scares me how fast I can go from nervous breakdown to happy-go-lucky whistle-while-you-work (mood ring go whoosh!). I'd think I was manic-depressive were it not for the fact that I know exactly what soothes me and what stresses me. It's so wonderful to have small pleasures back in my life--conversations with friends, random frogwatchings in the Environmental Studies Center pond, a couple hours of Hemingway, a few days' backlog of Goats and Wigu and Questionable Content and Dominic Deegan. Never underestimate the power of returning to routine, I guess. It's also nice to be interacting with a large group of people from the inside, a rare experience for me in general and one I haven't had since the Saundersites disbanded sometime last year. Yeah, I'm not particularly close to them, and there isn't enough year left for me to get close to them, but as much as I love my hermit friends, it's nice to be tolerated (if not truly accepted) by a big group. That doesn't mean I've become entirely comfortable around big groups, though--the Law of Four People still applies.

A lot of people I don't know too well seem to be opening up to me lately. I can't say I understand why, but I'm honored that they trust me so much when they know me so little. Of course, that's a pretty strong motivation for me to not abuse that trust.

Things I'm Probably Never Going to Try #359: Moby's "Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad" mixed with James Brown's "I Feel Good". It will be called "Why Does My Heart Feel So Good," and will sound awful or hilarious or both.

Sanity is underrated. I keep saying this to others and to myself, but I never seem to believe it. Slacking off is a necessitiy. It is the one thing separating you from work and death.
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Apr. 27th, 2005 @ 09:17 pm everybody do the zelda
Current Mood: amused
American commercial for Super Nintendo classic The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past. 1992.
Japanese commercial for the same game. 1991.


(Extra credit: American commercial for the first Legend of Zelda. 1987. Warning: cringeworthy.)
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