Hanging My Head High

On days like these, I find my mind wandering, unfocusing on what I should be looking at, but getting distracted by all the pretty details around the main point.

I'm trying to find a way to get a single room in Turner Hall, since Erin and I agreed we really didn't want to double up in Miller. I know Turner has them, or at least it's stated on the website under the matrix tab. Granted, there's probably not a lot, but I'm trying just for the off chance someone may have decided against getting a single. I've been getting far too comfortable with having a roommate go home on the weekends that I really don't think I can deal with one that stays all the time. I love the privacy! I can watch movies really late at night without worrying about waking someone up! I can listen to my music! I suppose if I can't get a single, I'm going to try and get a double in Knowles Hall, hopefully on the 4th floor again. That way, I'll be closer to where Zack lives (who is making plans for Knowles). This whole thing preoccupied my mind during Yoga. Which was sort of contradictory.

After my Brit Lit class, I walked to South Higgins to this eyecare place so I could get my glasses tightened (I got them slightly bent the other day, and they keep falling off my face). The lady there tightened them, although they still feel somewhat loose. From there, I walked over to Rock'n Rudy's, listening to Patton Oswalt on my iPod and trying hard not to crack up and look like a lunatic. I bought a water container, so that way I can save some money on my meal plan from buying up water bottles.

I met up with Zack for dinner, and aftewards we went to the gym. I'm trying to shape up (even though I weighed myself there, and I'm surprisingly at 118), and Zack is trying to lose weight. I feel sort of bad for him because he loses weight easily, but he also gains it easily too. I'm trying hard not to push the whole "healthy eating regiment" on him, and just letting him push himself instead. I want to help, but sometimes I feel more like a trainer/mom/screeching back-monkey when trying to make sure he doesn't forget something, or not to eat cheeseburgers every night. I have to just be silent, because I guess that's how I'll be heard the most.

Anyway, we both worked out for about an hour, until I left to take a shower, and Zack left to do an acting project. He met me in the lobby in Knowles a little after to show me two shooting scripts he checked out of the library for me: Atonement and American Beauty. I'm excited to look at both, as I'm interested in writing a script myself, and looking at another script will give me some sort of idea in format. I don't really have much of an idea to write on, seeing as I'm trying to come up with an idea for a short story to submit to the upper-division writing class next semester. Regardless, I'm very intrigued to start looking at the shooting scripts, and looking superior in my Intro to Film class :)

And I shall end this entry with a verse from a poem we read in my Brit Lit class that really struck a cord with me. It sort of describes how I feel most of the time. It's from Tennyson's "Ulysses."

And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.