Mundane Turbulence

Introducing – by way of mad lib – my good buddy, Roger!

My goodness I get giggly when I’m being recorded…

Wept like a baby.

“It’s possible that I’m a little too awesome.”

My favorite line from the speech – one borrowed from scripture: “the time has come to set aside childish things.”

It’s been only five days since my last final, and already I’m feeling all out of sorts from lack of, well, being overwhelmed. This is messed up…there has to be a suitable medium here – although I suppose that this is all simply the calm before the storm (hopefully).

I spent much of my long weekend (thank you, Dr. King) looking for outlets for my energy, and came up short for any time period prior 6pm. I busied a good portion of time playing computer games – which can function pretty proficiently as one-way time machines into the very immediate future – but the post-playing hangover is so entirely not worth it: you just can’t convince yourself that you were doing something even remotely worthwhile. The evenings went well, and I had some fun adventures with my peeps, but I was definitely missing…something.

I did do some reading, at least. I’ve re-picked up Gödel, Escher, Bach, since I had to give it up before the last semester started, so that’s been fun – if a little bit confusing. I also read through the first few articles of the Behavior Therapist, which is the newsletter that I receive for being a member of ABCT, and that was pretty cool, because not only did reading it make me feel like I might consider myself an “active” member of the organization (or at least an attentive one), but also because the entire issue was about the politics of the “Third Wave” of cognitive-behavioral therapy, which consists of the incorporation of mindfulness and acceptance into Western Psychology. I don’t love reading about squabbles between psychologists, but a history lesson is always useful – if only (in this case) as a guide for avoiding getting into squabbles myself.

Aside from those few gems, however, my days were far too slovenly for my tastes. Which, by the way, means that they may have been too slovenly for a sloth’s tastes.

Like one time I dreamt I was a sloth, but with my face…

Anyway, I’m sure I’ll be back to my old self soon, complaining about the horrors of time deficits – hooray!

SO META.

Cartoon me looks like Doug with a beard.

Seriously though – I am bored.

I was recently reminded of the existence of this video, which I took about ten months ago, all about my buddy Aaron, who was my roomie at the time. I thought the audio quality was terrible, but then it occurred to me that terrible content has never stopped me from posting before!

I’m gonna try to do some more of these…