This weekend (my weekend is Thurs-Fri) I spent moving the rest of my crap into my new place. Alaric came over and lent a hand for a while since he has a truck. We had a pretty good time laughing about things and he relished freaking me out by driving like a completely insane lunatic with ambient techno blaring on his stereo.
Later on at night I got to see a friend from high school I hadn’t seen in almost 8 years. God, I can’t believe it’s been that long already. He’s moving back to Austin from Houston to get his PhD in Bioengineering. We drove down to the Horseshoe Lounger and tossed back a few cold ones while trying to catch up on all that time. He looked pretty much the same except for the signs of wear around the eyes. I also noticed a few grey hairs which I was quick to point out. He said I looked the same except my face was not as skinny as it had been back then. I guess that’s good. I had a nice time talking, but the awareness of all that time passed made me feel a little down. I’m not really sure why. I guess I always expected to have everything figured out by now. That was the plan anyway.
Maybe because of the previous night’s experience I felt a little wistful and cranky the next day. I had very little patience at work and really felt like I needed some relaxation and peace. Luckily, since I excel at forward time travel I was able to put the work day behind me very quickly. It’s just a matter of skipping from moment to moment without thinking of all the moments between you and the culmination of the work day. Because of these sorts of experiences and feeling tired of what I’m doing I’ve been thinking about going back to school for my master’s. The prospect of onerous student loan debt doesn’t really excite me, but at this point I’d welcome the sort of focus that school brings. Who knows how long I’d really feel like that though.
While moving things into my room I found my glasses that I never wear. I took an updated webcam with them on if you’re at all curious. Just look on the left side over there. <--
Later, Phillip from work came and picked me up to go see Xmen 2. It was enjoyable although now only an hour or so after seeing it I have trouble recalling even the big plot points. I guess that’s the way it sorta goes. I require more grist for the mental mill if I’m going to be thinking about a movie a while after I’ve seen it. There are some movies I see that make me feel compelled to get out every thought and insight I had because of it. Xmen 2, while enjoyable and escapist, is not one of these kinds of movies.
Out of curiosity, what the heck would you study if you went back to school?