Rain on Easter Sunday

Stayed up until early this morning painting and applying to jobs in Brooklyn, NY.  I applied to at least ten jobs last night, mostly by e-mailing them my resume, references and a subtle hint of desperation.  I refrained from telling them that I would do anything to get hired in Brooklyn and that all I want when I graduate is to go to Brooklyn.  I couldn't tell them that I would do anything to be hired but maybe it was evidence that I was applying in the early morning hours of Easter 2009.  Nobody applies for jobs at that time and, if they do, it's like an underground closet competition thing all surrounding the job search.  More than a search these days, getting a job is like going on a competitive hunt, where there are other hunters going after the same prey.  I am adamantly against hunting because it is repulsive and the work of the devil!

Woke up at noon as a result of what I said in the previous paragraph.  I didn't spend much time feeling bad about waking up so late because there was absolutely nobody moving on campus in the middle of the day.  It was the middle of the day and not a creature was stirring, probably because they were all off campus enjoying delicious Easter breakfasts with their families.  Since I clearly wasn't missing anything in my immediate vicinity, I decided to sit around my room and read Responsibility and the Moral Sentiments for Metaphysics.

Ate sushi for a late lunch around 3:30 p.m.  I'm still warming up to sushi, honestly, and given that it's pretty raw stuff it makes sense that it's something I have to grow accustomed to.  When I eat it I think how this is the closest to real eating that I'll probably ever get.  Everything in sushi is so raw and uncooked that I believe it is a more natural way for humans to eat than chomping away on Oreos.  Processed foods are tasty but I do not think they are ideal for human beings most adaptive functioning.  Especially if the goal is to live past age 30, I think taking the sushi route is a worthwhile thing to consider.

Felt comforted by the knowledge that my friends are probably back on campus now.  If not now, they will be tomorrow, and so I can return to my group who I never should have left anyway.  I regret my decision not to go to the cabin with them over the break but, at the same time, I needed my own time to think.  Sometimes I surprise myself with how shy I am when I am honest with myself.  I'm not sure I'd ever talk if I didn't have to or wasn't so crazily curious about how people are doing.  The only reason I talk is to gather information about people around me.  Is that even possible?  Am I such a unique human being that I can have the knowledge that I only speak to collect information and not for a selfish reason?  The answer is usually somewhere in the middle of my thoughts so maybe there are times when I talk just to talk and other times when I talk to eventually be in a situation where I can listen.