May 22nd, 2006

hobbes

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Ah, the update. In passing, I will warn you that I absolutely hate the new keyboard I had to buy (...thanks, old and chummy keyboard. Bite me, CompUSA special), and so I hereby absolve myself of any future committed and uncaught spelling errors due to the sticky nature of the damned thing. Fucker.

All in all, things are going pretty well for me. I know I haven't done a lot of updating, but then again I haven't had a lot of time to myself in, oh, the past 8 months. Things with Ryan are well, I have a good job, I'm moving out with Holly soon, and so on.

Even so, I've been feeling a little....well, blah. I am plagued by a back that has, if not outright pain, an unfair share of stiffness and discomfort, and as much as I'd like to submit myself to expensive medical tests to see if I can discover what's causing it...well, I can think of other things to spend 1K on.

I wish I could figure out what it is I'd need to do to get myself feeling freer. Sometimes I think I've taken on so much that, while I enjoy every minute of it, I'm somehow losing myself to it. I keep finding myself being grouchy, logy, and in other unfortunate mental states. Even as I type now I wonder if I'm somehow depressed, but I don't see how that could be. I'm happy, just...not comfortable.

Perhaps when I move out to Farmington things will get better. Obviously, my routine will change, and I hope it's more stimulating than what I've been living with. Not that I don't love Mom and Dad, and not that I'm ungrateful of all they've done for me, but sometimes I wonder if I've not just gotten too Grown Up to be here anymore. I suppose I'll find out soon.

I really don't have any worries, problems, or complaints about my relationship with Ryan. I like the work I do, and I don't even have to worry about classes again until September (which, from May, seems a glorious long time).

So, what am I missing?

Hmm...more later, I suppose. Time to ruminate on this. Maybe I'll go for a long drive, make a music mix, even try to write. It's so easy to lose myself in the TV, or (yes) in a book. I've always been a bit of a snob because I enjoy reading so much more than watching TV, but isn't it essentially the same process using slightly different mental muscles? Out, damned spring funk!
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hobbes

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So, watching the San Antonio-Dallas game with dad, the following occurred:

Announcer: "...and here's Devon Harris, coming into the game."
Me: "I know that name...Dad, who did Harris play for in college?"
Dad: "Wisconsin."
Me: "Right! And this is what, his second year...?"

...etc. What all this made me wonder has to do with the fairly incredible and encyclopedic knowledge that many guys (at least, those I tend to spend time with) have about the various sports. My dad knew the school the guy went to, and even if he'd been in the league more than a year or two, he would have known. So would Ryan.

Now, this guy was Big Ten, so it's not that surprising. However, to get to the point (...too late!), I wonder if there's something natural for guys, or whether it gets sort of bred into them as they grow up, that allows them to remember these sort of things. Granted, I can look back at certain events and remember what dress I wore or the jewelry I had on, and I guess that's a different sort of knowledge.

I watch lots of sports, and while I don't exactly read the sports page cover to cover, I do keep up with most of the major ones. But I feel like I'd never be able to achieve the level of comfort my dad, boyfriend, and brother have with the names, numbers, schools and teams!

Thoughts on this? Is there some cognitive reason guys remember this stuff so (seemingly) effortlessly? Do they just spend more time on it than gals do? Interesting question, like I said.
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