February 24, 2003

                               
My life has acquired a mythical tone.
I'm not quite sure what to do with this.

I think I need a trip to the city.  In the daytime.  I need art.  I need churches. I need architecture.  I need coffee shops.

I need culture.  Silicone Valley has none, nada, zip.
Multiculturalism, yes.  But culture, no.

Shall I be dramatic?  Shall I say I yearn for culture? 
Don't make me say I yearn!  I'll do it!  I swear!

I think I have officially contracted senioritis.  I really didn't expect this to happen.
I've always found the concept of being in school so much more appealing than the concept of working. 
Until about a week ago.
I am so close to graduating (so what if it's August instead of June) that I don't care about it anymore.
My degree is a piece of paper that tells people that I know what I know I already know.
All this school work seems like such a waste.
I could be out being creative, productive, employed.
But instead I'll sign off soon so I can go print out yet another set of
overheads for yet another mock presentation presentation.

This is a complete waste of my manic energy!
I protest!