March 5th, 2003



I don't think I have time to fully go into my dreams. One weird thing was that my brother had died by drowning. And somehow we "reshot the scene" so that he made it this time. And I likened that to the time on The Simpsons when they killed off Bart because they didn't know how to end an episode once, but then they rewrote it so that he didn't die (this never really happened on The Simpsons).

But the really disturbing thing was that I had a snippet of a dream about LiveJournal! I was checking my friends page, late at night, and lots of things had been posted since I'd last checked not all that long ago. I think that may have been the first time I dreamed about LiveJournal.

Lent memory

I went to Catholic schools as a kid. In 4th grade, I had a nun as a teacher. For Lent, she gave us these photocopied (err, probably mimeographed), crosses that had little sections in them, sort of like a mosaic. Instead of focusing on giving up something for Lent, we were supposed to do good things for other people. For each good thing we did, we were supposed to take a colored pencil and fill in one of the little bits of the cross. They key thing here was that these were hung up on the wall at school, and we would fill them in at school. I don't know why, but I didn't do any good things, or hardly any. It just wasn't something that stuck, and, really, even if I did do good things, I probably wouldn't have remembered them. But I didn't want my cross not to have any of the bits filled in. So I just filled in bits. I think I tried to figure out a good number so it didn't seem like too much or too little. I probably wanted to make it as small as I could while still having it look like I did some, because I felt really guilty about doing it.

It's like when I was taking music lessons at school (French horn) in the 6th and 7th grades. We had these little practice cards that we were supposed to fill out every week with how much time we'd practiced each day. I almost never practiced, so I made up times. Again, not too much. I felt really guilty about that.

And so I learned the true meaning of Lent: guilt.

Oh no

My co-worker is "training" someone else to take over her stuff after she leaves (this week, I think. Whee!). I can only imagine the atrocities she is committing in her explanations.


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My faults

Okay, I'm not exactly sure how I came up with this. Well, I probably could trace the history of this thought at least a little bit, but I'm not going to bother. I'd like to know what you think my faults are. Pick one. Write a whole list. I don't want to hear anything positive. Just the bad stuff.

I've enabled anonymous comments for this one (and no IP logging). I'd probably prefer anonymous comments on this one, unless we know each other REALLY well (the very short list this applies to knows who they are, I'm sure).

Why am I doing this? I have no idea. It seems like a good idea, and I could probably come up with some good justifications, but the best reason is that it feels like something I want to do, which probably means it is. (Hey, look, there's a freebie for you. I tend to spend too little time thinking about things.)