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| Arg. I think I'm irritable just because I'm bloated. Ugh.
I mean, I really can't be this *fat* can I? It's like there's a bloatation device around my waist.
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| 2 things I read in glamour about relationships while working out at the gym:
1. If you can't be happy without him, you won't be happy with him.
2. If your partner thinks something is important, it is.
The second point is something that I've always practiced, but now is put into very elegant words. I like it.
The first point is very interesting. I think it boils down to you
have to love yourself before you can love anyone else. ... Maybe it
actually expands into what I just wrote. Well anyway, the point
is, I'm not sure how true it is. Another interpretation is that
if you have all your joy and worth riding in one thing, well then, that
thing better be perfect or else every imperfection is going to make you
miserable. Better to have many imperfect things defining your
self-worth. I know this to be true because of my experiences in
HS and college. But does this apply to relationships? I am
not happy when I'm away from Minna -- this doesn't mean I mope all the
time. I just can't be really happy and satisfied that things are
right in the world the same way as when she is in my arms. Does
this mean that our relationship is doomed to failure? Of course
not. So what is the point of the former?
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| On hypocracy.
I don't want to be a hypocrite. I have to wonder though, how much
hypocracy is intentional, how much is due to naivete, and how much to
something lurking in our subconscious.
I won't discuss intentional hypocracy, but how hypocritical was it of
Jesse on "saved by the bell" to wear plastic earrings while blasting
the use of oil. Perhaps she was ignorant that plastic is derived
of oil. Unlikely, from her reaction. Perhaps she didn't
think about the fact that it was from oil when she bought the
earrings. Not consciously, anyway, but probably she did on a
subconscious level. Doublethink?
And who am I to deny my children tv when i use it in my philsophical musings? But I still would. Hm...
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| Summary of my final semester at MIT:
- changed majors
- began job search in February
- met amazing girl
- started dating amazing girl
- squash nationals
- being stressed from classes and interviews simultaneously
- spring break ...
- classes ease up
- become infatuated with online poker
- finish job search in April - very excited to be pursuing this career path
- finishing out term while battling senioritis -- much time with wonderful girl
- end of term crunch time condensed into 3 days -- 4 final projects (!!!)
- cruising until my one final ... gonna study? nah!
- receive 4 year letters jacket -- yay! 4 graduation tickets -- who wants 'em?
- many, many, many kisses to minna, my love.
This has been quite a term. Definately one of my most
enjoyable. Definately one with the most *fwoom! I'm so
delirously happy* moments.
I'm truly blessed. Thank you to everyone. I'm glad that I've known all of you. Be good.
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| After the last day of class. Wow. Nice. 
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