nicosirocco

...except that I've moved to a new city, met new people, have a new apartment, have new friends, have left all my old friends behind, although I try to contact them once in a while, am studying in a new program, and wish that I could run away every now and then. Then again, that all started about two months ago, so I don't know if it's new anymore. Good Lord, I suck at updating this thing.

Working with older people is strangely exhilirating. Most people I know would rather work with kids, but I don't quite know why. Maybe it's because they think kids are cuter, or more active, or something. Me, I'd rather work with people who don't scream their heads off when someone steals their dolls, or takes their stickers, or something. Besides, older people tell great stories. That is, if you get them to talk to you. Sure, it's a little difficult to engage some of them in conversation, and heaven forbid anyone should get in their way when they're upset, but the feeling I get when one of them thanks me, or smiles, or laughs... there's almo

... of procrastination. Most people probably say that anyway, but it's really true in my case! I have a test to study for, three or four papers to submit to my lecturer by next friday, two lab reports to complete, and a scrapbook of poetry to put together. No. of objectives accomplished < 0. How is this possible? Work is building as I type. Sometimes I wish I had a clone so the work could be shared equally between us. Then again, it might be that we'd get twice as much nothing done before the day is over. &nbsp;