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Another reason not to vote for Bush.

NSW Day 2: Training isn’t nearly as harsh as we thought it would be. Yesterday i got done by 6pm, but then adjourned to Amy&Renata’s house to gossip, break fire alarms, and re-watch the second tape of Magnolia.

Amy: You’re delusional

Renata: Yeah, but i don’t tell anybody that

They have a cool new roommate (Jill) and a cute little kitty (Zoe), both of whom i had plenty of fun with. I ate a huge tollhouse icecream sandwhich and a pint of Dreamery icecream. Definitely some of the most fun i’ve had in weeks.

As for right now, NSW is on break for three hours while people move into the newly constructed residence hall, so i thought i’d actually post once or twice.

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.