krisis

The coolest breeze i’ve felt in months is flirting with me through all of my windows. Matt has disappeared to watch a taping of Politically Incorrect over at Penn. NSW gave me a cell phone for the week, and i’ve been playing with it all day. Maybe i should go into business….

I always assumed that work would be work. Whenever i do homework i have to sit down and dig in to it until it gets done. I always assumed work would be like that; eight to twelve hours of tedium followed by a few scant hours of relaxation, then sleep and repeat. The fact the summer camp, orientation, and the coffee shop were nothing like i imagined work meant nothing to me because they weren’t really much work for me. And then came New Student Week. I can assure you that New Student Week equals a lot of work, but in the many hours i’ve spent there this week i haven’t felt a second of tedium. I’ve done copy-editting, collating, programming, and secretarial work, and i haven’t complained (except for when the printer stoppped working four pages from the end of my assignment…). I’m starting to think that there really isn’t anything that’s “work,” there’re just things you enjoy doing and things you don’t. And most of them are connected to the people you do them with. If you surround yourself with friends and you’ll never work another day in your life.

Last night i dreamt about vomiting. Not just vomiting once or twice, but rather alternating short bursts of walking, talking and breathing with vomiting. I wasn’t especially sick or uncomfortable, but i was getting rather annoyed (and wondered how i’d managed to eat so much that day).

I’ve become convinced that this dream is connected to my recent inability to blog often; for me blogging is like vomiting the contents of my brain on a constant basis. By only blogging a handful of times yesterday, i was left with a disconcertingly full head last night, which lead to my dream. So, errr… to complete that metaphor, um… nevermind.

In the “I though that was a feature” department: I have always worked under the assumption that all modems are knocked off the internet when call waiting interrupts their connection. Apparently, this assumption is false. As it was explained to me by the RCN helpline person, only older (cheaper) modems employed this “feature,” and since my modem is neither old nor cheap it lacks it. Which means i risk missing lots of important calls every time i go on the internet. Of course, the only person who really ever calls me is my mother, so i could hardly give a shit about the phone, but since Matt has no computer here he may or may not need the phone to communicate with other people.

Facilitating my apathy towards the call waiting situation is the fact that NSW gave me a cell phone to use for the next week, since i won’t really be stationary for more than an hour at a time. In fact, today i was out of my apartment from 9am to 10:30pm. Tomorrow looks to be my only respite from this schedule in the next week. Yep, i’m plenty excited. The only positive thing about it all is that i won’t be on the ‘net until past 11pm, and anyone stupid enough to call me that late doesn’t need to talk to me anyway.

In a massive waste of what could have otherwise been a rather pleasant experience, i spilled a half a bottle of carmel on myself at the coffee shop today. Oh, and i was passive agressive too. Yep, a day right out of my dreams. Back at the NSW command post now, working on the (2200) arrival kits. The rest of the NSW arrives Saturday at 8am… this is gonna be a long 36hours…