Wet Hair Reflections

In the lull between M-W-Fs and my artsy T-Ths, I find solace in knowing that I can wake up a little later than 530am. Sweet afternoon classes... ^_^

Ok back to my point, my hair is only 30% dry and I don't believe in blow dryers partly because (1) they're the leading cause of death in the bathroom and because (2) I don't own one and I don't plan to own one. So for the time being, I am in a reflective mood. @_@

This will sound strange yet vaguely familiar: I contemplated, for a brief second at least, the fact that, yet again, I was beaten at something, or rather someone. >_< Strike 3? I don't count. I lost count. This calls to mind my unfinished entry on the "Quintessential Torpe". Well, honestly, I don't really feel like recounting or even rationalizing any of it. I just thought that "quintessential" was a cool word to be paired up with something colloquial like "torpe". Well, that 's about it. ^_^

Tersh brought up something that struck me. She asked me if it's true that there is this desperation during senior year and that (1) it comes during the first sem as noted by a number of sudden pairings, and (2) sudden realizations come during the 2nd sem as noted by a number of falling-outs. I said, nah, I've passed through the desperation phase by leaps and bounds. Perhaps I'm in what could be called the "hopeless" phase - meaning, I just stopped trying. @_@ Well, it's an adaptive consequence of what I call "failures". Maybe you've heard of it? Yeah, I know, it's crap. *Laughter ensues*

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What about it, then? I am the wrong person to ask. All I can say is this: "Effort is futile, so why bother?" >_<

Stunts, Kineisis and the Quintessential Torpe

I woke up to Phoenix winning over the Nets in a double overtime game. Holidays don't start any better. ^_^ But then guess what? Shooting pains. Haha. Holidays don't start any better. @_@

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I don't feel like I've done enough. It's been a sham of a year and with the advent of 2007, (well, of course I speak prematurely but my reflections seldom change so I might as well end this while I still have the time) I look back on some things I think is worth looking back at.

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I could've been a brilliant comic artist, a composer of sorts in a band consistently trying to cope with artistic differences and creative control, or better yet, I could've been a doctor, studying what I used to think I knew best - science. Well, I chose this and that's about it. >_<

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So St. Thomas presented his theory of the prime mover for the second time in my experience. Philosophy class just isn't the same without Mariano but of course I never let that get in the way. I just wanted to say how it is impossible for something to move, or on a deeper meaning to "be" without the push of something else that is already in motion. He called this process of potentiality to actuality "kineisis". @_@

So what about it? Let's see, maybe I should save that last third of my entry for later. It's lunchtime and I have to go Moro. You know, to gun those pecs and pump iron. Woh yeah, baby. Haha. ^_^