I'm settled in now, and my time is about half over. I have, so far, watched six movies, played innumerable games of spider solitaire, gone to the gym twice and eaten my body weight in sugar. Not the most productive start to my week, but not entirely awful.
I blame the lack of productivity on my lack of a textbook, which I stupidly forgot in Vancouver. Twenty two dollars later (still owing to my lovely roomate) that book is now in my hands, and the excuse has officially expired. I read fifteen pages of it today, actually. Make that two points on the "not a lazy bastard" scoreboard!
Today I had a great philosophy discussion with my father: If a tree falls in a forest, does it make a sound? What is sound? Is it vibrations, or is it vibrations hitting an eardrum? Do we have eardrums? Do we have bodies? Do we exist without our bodies? Does the world exist if we cannot sense it? Does the visible world disappear when we blink? Is sugar inherently sweet?
The great thing about this conversation was that all of a sudden I was doing it: using my education. Before I knew it I was spouting names and theories: Descartes' divisibility argument, the Turing Test, Berkeley's three dialogues. So I can remember it - who knew?
So, I don't feel like such a fool today. And perhaps I'm a little more motivated to get my homework done. But tomorrow is reserved for catching up with old friends, and I refuse to feel guilty about it.
I feel like I'm constantly repeating myself, but if that is the case, well, it bears repeating: I can't wait to move home to a house with two levels, twenty foot ceilings, and my own personal bathroom with a jacuzzi tub. With cats that sit on my lap, purr, and coat my clothing in black fur. With a car that stalls in intersections, a permanent credit at the video store, and a gym where hippies rock the stairclimbers in stonewashed jeans and work boots. It's been two years now... I'm ready.
~song~ the Barenaked Ladies, muffled, from the TV in the other room