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Jan. 24th, 2006
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Jan. 24th, 2006 03:50 pmI just returned $189.12 worth of books to the bookstore, the money is going back on my mom's credit card, and I am feeling pretty good about life. I have (thanks to carry-over from last semester) about $310 in flex, which means--and I calculated this out in my head last night while going to sleep--about a $20 per week budget for the rest of the year.
Taking these calculations into consideration, I stopped and got coffee on my way back from the bookstore. In my wisdom, I did not drink it until returning to my dorm, then I left it until I had put away all of my clean laundry, which left me with:
blistering original coffee temperature - /\temperature(distance from Crosby to dorm + two loads of clean and folded laundry) = most excellent hot-not-burning latte
= more happy points.
Now, before I get too optimistic about life, I should note that I also spent $5 on a notebook and pencil sharpener from the campus bookstore. Nevermind chiding me about the inefficiency of the purchase. If an omnipotent and omniscient god created the universe to eventually achieve his divine Goal, then I was predestined to be naively extorted by the bookstore. Nay, I couldn't do otherwise, and doubtlessly furthered His plan with my actions, however foolish they may have seemed to our mortal minds!
The best of all possible worlds is the one in which I have a new purple 180 page notebook. I also like Voltaire's Candide.
I found myself talking to it on my quest for coffee. "You are too beautiful and clean, my notebook," I told it. "You should be graced only by the singing of the muses, be it poetic verse or dream-inspired prose. You should hold only maps of unseen worlds and ink drawings of spiders and mice in their sky-flowers. You don't deserve anything so prosaic as notes on western literature."
I need to stop glancing over at it; I feel like an addict. But... it does have dividers. Maybe it doesn't need to be too practical.
Taking these calculations into consideration, I stopped and got coffee on my way back from the bookstore. In my wisdom, I did not drink it until returning to my dorm, then I left it until I had put away all of my clean laundry, which left me with:
blistering original coffee temperature - /\temperature(distance from Crosby to dorm + two loads of clean and folded laundry) = most excellent hot-not-burning latte
= more happy points.
Now, before I get too optimistic about life, I should note that I also spent $5 on a notebook and pencil sharpener from the campus bookstore. Nevermind chiding me about the inefficiency of the purchase. If an omnipotent and omniscient god created the universe to eventually achieve his divine Goal, then I was predestined to be naively extorted by the bookstore. Nay, I couldn't do otherwise, and doubtlessly furthered His plan with my actions, however foolish they may have seemed to our mortal minds!
The best of all possible worlds is the one in which I have a new purple 180 page notebook. I also like Voltaire's Candide.
I found myself talking to it on my quest for coffee. "You are too beautiful and clean, my notebook," I told it. "You should be graced only by the singing of the muses, be it poetic verse or dream-inspired prose. You should hold only maps of unseen worlds and ink drawings of spiders and mice in their sky-flowers. You don't deserve anything so prosaic as notes on western literature."
I need to stop glancing over at it; I feel like an addict. But... it does have dividers. Maybe it doesn't need to be too practical.
