Weather Systems

I find it weird how, because I don't have a cell phone, I'm essentially shut out of the lives of people who don't have time/desire to email me or make a phone call to my actual house. I suppose it's a product of our culture, but truthfully I find it makes a lot of my friends completely lazy and prone to excuses- "Oh, but I couldn't call you because you don't have a cell." Who cares? Call me at home. I'm sick of being the only one to bother. It bothers me a lot that our cell phone culture has made it seem acceptable to do what they do- drive while talking, text while driving, talking or texting while being around other people that should technically matter more because they're in the room, physically present. Among other things, of course.

I think that being stagnated, like I feel now, affects me in ways I don't realize. I wish to be away from everything now. I love it here, but lately I have been dreaming of the green hills of Ireland,


forests,


and even cities of dubious proportions.


I think there is also a chance, since my friend just left for a company-paid trip to my homeland (the Wild West), that I am just embittered and envious. It doesn't help either that I'm off school for the week, and yet have not the money nor the plans to go anywhere or do anything other than read textbooks. I should be done lamenting... now.

I accidentally deleted some of my favourite music yesterday on iTunes, so I acquired more, and my latest is Andrew Bird's previous albums- Weather Systems and The Mysterious Production of Eggs. The man is talented. Haven't I always said that the man of my dreams plays the violin? Well, this guy has a degree as a concert violinist. Hot damn.