On the plus side, Friday is just a day away. Hopefully the day will go by quickly. Afterwards, I'm meeting Kat and gang at her house to head down to City Market to see Ben Folds. After passing up seeing Ben Folds Five so many times, I figured I better go catch Ben Folds by himself before he goes the way of every other band I've ever wanted to catch in concert but didn't before they broke up. Besides, who can pass up a $10 concert? :)
As usual, my self-expression is in a funk. A few nights ago, Jen and I went out to Perkins with Kat and her parents. In the course of conversation, I pointed out something as being obvious and made the usual Douglas Adams joke about how humans are always pointing out the obvious. Kat's mom started on a tangent about how acknowledging the obvious was supposedly a sign of genius (seems like a rather retarded sign of genius). Apparently keeping a journal is also a sign of genius (also a rather retarded sign, seeing as how most teenage girls keep one and very few of them qualify as "genius"). She proceeded to tell us that she keeps a daily journal (an attempt to achieve genius failing terribly?) but didn't always have something to write, so she'd just write about what she did that day. What made me think about this is how much I hate the idea of scribbling about my daily life. Sure, interesting things happen to me on a daily basis, but most of them are only funny when told verbally or to a small group of people. I've always had aspirations that my LJ would be interesting. I go back and I read my entries and wonder "What possessed me to write such drivel?" Hell, right now I'm looking at this post and wondering why I'm even going to bother posting it. I will, just because of the work put into it. Maybe I'm far too burned out for my own good. bah...
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