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I took this quiz a while back--several-years-a-while-back. Then I was a Reserved Designer. Now, apparently, I'm a Considerate Experiencer. Well that was a bit of a change.

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Feb. 23rd, 2009 03:49 pm
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Well, my universe has resumed its shambling march towards some bizarre definition of 'complete'. University has resumed classes, after a week of not-class. I miss not-classes. Not classes were fun to attend. I didn't need to take notes, pay attention or understand the material. It was nice.

Oh well, boo hoo, ho hum; so sad too bad. I will get over it.

This semester is lackluster. Nothing in particular grips me with anything even coming close to fascination. Well, that's not entirely true: German, despite my lack of grammatical correctness and the strange floating verbs the language seems to suffer from in general, is actually quite interesting. There are some incredible words that have no English equivalent. I still don't think (or will ever believe) that I have a head for languages, however, maybe if I just keep bludgeoning myself with the material I'll make it through all right.

I'm tired, though. While reading break was a boon, it wasn't long enough by far. I have the irritating feeling that time is slipping through my grasp at an increasingly faster and faster rate. There's so much to do and so little time in which to do it.

I was talking to [livejournal.com profile] mad_and_crazy the other day about time. We agreed that it seems to go by faster the older we get. My theory is, as a child, we tend to think of time not in terms of clocks or even calenders beyond a sort of vague recognition that these exist, instead clocking our time in terms of events. Birthdays, holidays, vacations, and such. Because these measure duration in large chunks, time seems suspended, almost fixed. I can remember being ten and thinking that my birthday would never come. Last year, I could barely remember the time between that year's birthday and last years (which, of course, is hyperbole, but the point is--so fast!).

As we grow up, emphasis is placed on time. Being on time; in time; in a timely manner. We begin to savor having extra time, spare time, but this is an illusion perpetrated by our devious clocks. There is no time. Just whirling wheels and pins, set to a fixed rhythm. Arbitrary. Impossible.

Let's break all the clocks in the world and see what happens, yes?
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I am a terrible journal-er. I need to be more active; not just in journaling, but also in life in general. While late, one of my New Years resolutions this year is to be more out going, more active (who knows, maybe even develop a bit of a social circle?)
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Oh, hell, why not?

The first five (5) people to respond to this post will get something made by me.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make.
- What I create will be just for you.
- It'll be done this year (2009).
- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a mixed CD. It may be a poem. I may draw or paint something. I might bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure! [not me either]
- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

All you need to do is post this text into a note of your own and make 5 things for 5 others.
hibiscustea: (refresh-mint)
Okay, so, this? Really bloody cool.
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