12.15.08
ugh.
reading the symposium is pissing me off. i picture these old greek men in white dresses with one of their shoulders exposed, holding a huge jug of wine, leaning back in their recliner chairs and giving their long speeches about love. Socrates is probably the only person who makes some sense to me, but his feign modesty annoys me. Philosophy means… lover of wisdom… it feels more like lover of nonsense… child of plenty and poverty? sigh…. what the hell….
Mark
Mmmmmm~ it’s going to be a good day today. I am getting ready to get on the treadmill, going to the mall with dad and am seeing Mark today after what feels like a very long time. When school was in session, Mark and I carpooled twice a week because we had two three-hour classes together. We calculated that we spend roughly around ten hours together every week. We were going to carpool together in the spring again, but our class got cancelled. I can’t say enough nice things about Mark. He’s got the most tender, sensitive spirit. I have a tendency to be too warm and open to people I like and I know some people are uncomfortable with that. But Mark receives me in such an accepting manner and he reassures me it’s okay with him. I’d call him and apologize for the inconvenience and his very mark response would be, “don’t worry, I am always happy when you call.” Our friendship has come to mean a lot to me. I am excited to see him today


