Inkless

First of all, WordPress added some tag feature. It’s gonna let me add random tags to my posts instead of just putting them under boring categories, like self, everyday and economics. I still plan to use em though, it’s a quick way to organize things. But I plan to tag like a madman as well. We’ll see how it goes.

Tomorrow is going to be one of the most tiring days yet. 5 hours of sleep – then class from 8am to 12:30pm. Then I have to read a piece by Orwell in order to comment about it on our online class posts by 5. For me though, the deadline is more like 3:30 because I have a consulting club meeting at 4. Which, by the way, is bound to run into turbulence from the varied “visions” the founders seem to have. Oh, joy.

Thank God for good music and the Daily Show. Otherwise, I might have just slit every artery I can reach by now. I spent a horrendous amount of time on my economics work. Somewhere in the range of 8 hours – for 3 exercises. Who knew elasticity could affect a subsidy so much? Am I just inadequate, or do I try too hard? Probably a nice mix of both.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. You know, while biking to class and such. While it’s true that I am not as happy as I probably could be, it does feel like I’m accomplishing a might lot these days. It feels in order, my professional and academic life. That’s nice.

I think I would trade this order I feel for some chaos in the other parts of my life though. I find myself talking to strangers much more. It is insane. For instance, I had a pretty long and convoluted conversation with this one employee of glasses store about college and the admissions process. It then lead to talk about music, basketball and San Fran. I was just browsing the damn store and BAM! – conversation.

That same day, I talked to an entire group at an auto tune-up shop. I was helping my dad get his car’s maintenance done. Five Indian girls – talking about relationships, children, school and robbing banks. Strange indeed.

Then buying shoes, I learned that the lady who helped me out was Persian and she thought Iran was going in the wrong direction. At least Pumas are popular in Iran too, she told me, as if that would console the social instability.

Am I that desperate for social contact?!

I guess so. Maybe it’s time for crappy beer and mixed drinks that taste only like the alcohol?

Nah. Time for more Nujabes, and sleep. Oh, and tagging like a madman.

‘Tis all.