heh

my new amusement at the moment:

Design Within Reach

my crazy roommate

"stacy" (2:08:26 AM): You are asleep right now and I am awake
"stacy" (2:08:30 AM): I am awake and pissed
"stacy" (2:08:33 AM): i am jealous
"stacy" (2:08:39 AM): perhaps I should wake you
"stacy" (2:08:44 AM): you just rolled over
"stacy" (2:08:48 AM): and moaned
"stacy" (2:09:00 AM): perhaps that is a sign i should wake you

I...."moaned"? hmmm....I want to know what I was dreaming about...unless she means "moan" in that innocent way.

i'm bored

I’m kinda stuck in this mathcad thing that I have to do for calc. I don’t really want to do anything because for the whole day I’ve been feeling like I want to sleep. I haven’t been sleeping very well at night for the past two days or so because for some reason, I’ve been thinking about things a lot. Idk….during the day, I’m actually very fine, perhaps due to brain inactivity from lack of sleep. Other than that, there’s not much to tell, really. I also have—again—come to the conclusion that my mind conflicts way too much when I’m trying to decide something, especially when I have to decide whether or not to say something. It’s not the kind of thinking pattern that you want to get into, really….but I have it whether or not I want it. Right now, I want to do and say some things and see someone…but I can’t. I’ve never felt that restricted before, I don’t think.

I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat...

Onto "rites"

"You must be very patient," replied the fox. First you will sit down
at a little distance from me-like that-in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..."

The next day the little prince came back.

"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If for example, you came at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is ready to greet you..."

""I am responsible for my rose,"
the little prince repeated,
so that he would be sure to remember."