Hello Operator, please connect me to the human race

Ugh. One of those days when I feel like I'm driving everyone else nuts, and consequently they start to drive me nuts, and then I start to drive myself nuts and when that happens I don't even want to be around myself anymore. The first two problems can be remedied pretty easily by a change of locale. The third one not so much. I'm brutally tired but I couldn't seem to fall asleep when I lay down for a nap. So now here I am killing time ranting about how much the world hates me and vice versa.

All right. Time for a change of locale/company again. Rawrrrrr

Noms

This Sunday, I'll be walking 20 miles through Cambridge, Boston and thereabouts to raise awareness of hunger. The idea is to get people to sponsor you to walk, and the money goes to feeding hungry people in the Boston area. My project bread homepage has a little more info about the event and also tells you how to donate. I know that, as college students, we're all poor here, but let's think of those who have even less than we do! You don't have to donate a lot, but please contribute however much you are able! Thank you!

Also, let it be known that I still miss Brian Pittman. I will always miss Brian Pittman. ='(

Get busy living or get busy dying

Again I have that awful feeling that life is flying past me. Well, not exactly past. I sure don't feel like I've missed out on much this weekend. But another day is gone; where did it go? The whole weekend - what happened to it?! Will time ever go back to normal speed? Please, stop the ride, I want to get off!

It occurred to me that this must be what it's like to have life flash before your eyes. That in turn made me wonder whether I was dying. Right now! This very instant! Dying and detachedly, powerlessly watching my life as if someone were cueing to the end and skipping all the parts I'd been waiting to see. What if that's really what death is like? If it's not so much a lightning quick montage as a fast-forwarded flashback of your entire life? Maybe we're all just flashbacks in each other's death scenes. Creepy, eh?

But then it also occurred to me that the question isn't whether I'm dying, because that has an easy answer: Yes. We all are, every second of every day. But every second of every day, I am also living. And so it goes: we are living and dying at once. The real question is whether we allow the dying to outweigh the living and give in to this whirligig, this kaleidoscope, this accelerating gyroscope - or whether we wring the moments from each day and taste the whirling colors every second we're awake.