Over the Hills and Far Away
Home is a long ways away, now that I think about it. It's very inconvenient to visit. I sort of like it. Not only does it satisfy my need for a break from my family, it makes visits count more. There are a few people that I really, really miss, though, and it hurts. That's a problem with distance. I can't see them, so I end up talking to them online instead, which is only satisfying (I learned) when they're still within reach. When I talked to friends online before, I knew—at least subconsciously—that I would see them the next day, or within the week, or, in general, "soon". When they're far away, though, talking to them isn't just communication; somehow it makes me ache to see them. I can't figure it out; I mean, I can assess and analyze it to a point, but to do so helps little, and I don't think that this extra phrase makes the sentence a run-on, as do a few of my classmates. Ah, yes, English Writing 112: what a class. I really love my teacher; I can't believe how much I actually enjoy those fifty minutes of class. Today was different, though; it wasn't disappointing, but the subject matter was disturbing to me. I hid it well, or the class is full of apathetic swine. (I prefer to believe the former for obvious reasons.) The strange thing, though, is that being reminded of what disturbed me brought it to the forefront of my mind for a significant portion of the day, which made it difficult to interact with people. I wanted to write my essay on it, but it was going to be shared with the whole class, and that information is just too personal for strangers. I only want a few people to know it.
If you're able to read that entire paragraph, I'm impressed. Most Americans can't span their attention so far, and the computer doesn't make things easier. I think I'll switch up the style to a white-on-black to make things easier to read. Then again, maybe I won't; if it bothers a reader, the said reader has the ability to transform the appearance of the information to suit them (it's not that hard).
Peace is out; war is in. Go team.
If you're able to read that entire paragraph, I'm impressed. Most Americans can't span their attention so far, and the computer doesn't make things easier. I think I'll switch up the style to a white-on-black to make things easier to read. Then again, maybe I won't; if it bothers a reader, the said reader has the ability to transform the appearance of the information to suit them (it's not that hard).
Peace is out; war is in. Go team.
posted by Andrew Hills at 1:26 AM
2 Comments:
I was able to read it easily. That's more because I'm taking a class where I actually get to read a lot and read ENJOYABLE MATERIAL a lot. Simultaneously I'm taking Intro to IR which has boring reading which helps put the two together and give me a newfound ability to concentrate on reading. Plus I read like 3 newspapers a day (not really, I get them and read what I want to or skim them. Boston Herald, Tufts Daily, New York Times. Every week the Pheonix too, occasionally BayWindows and the Primary Source even though the latter is quite difficult 'cause it's the conservative paper and holy shit their humor sections are not funny)
alex, i can't believe you read the herald, hahahahahahahaa.
although, i wish i had some boston papers here. i'm just too lazy to go to the library and pick them up
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