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Jun. 27th, 2001 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taratemimaIt doesn't happen often, but I wake up in the middle of the night, for no apparent reason, try to get myself back to sleep, and just have my mind wander in a million places. Somehow, this came up.
Hate makes the world go round. Love does little in the short term. Hate makes history, hate makes money, people build entire careers on hating a people, an idea, a country. Where would history be without Bloody Sunday, Hebron, the Infitida, the Shoah? People get up in the mornings simply because they hate everyone. I don't care where you are, hate fuels economies, hands out priveleges. No wonder there is no peace, when hate gives so much in the short term.
In other news, I still cannot write the latest part of my novel, I finished my phonetics homework, my Talk in Interaction Practicum teacher went AWOL and no word why, and I am saddle sore from my bike. I need a softer seat. I wish I knew Hillel's hours so I could talk to someone, anyone. It is very comfortable to be outside on a sunny, not too hot day, with so many flowers I never see in Massachusetts and hardly a cloud in the sky. I wish I was happier. I wish I didn't feel I screwed my chances with John or have a love relationship with Sivan.
When is the best time to go to San Francisco?
Hate makes the world go round. Love does little in the short term. Hate makes history, hate makes money, people build entire careers on hating a people, an idea, a country. Where would history be without Bloody Sunday, Hebron, the Infitida, the Shoah? People get up in the mornings simply because they hate everyone. I don't care where you are, hate fuels economies, hands out priveleges. No wonder there is no peace, when hate gives so much in the short term.
In other news, I still cannot write the latest part of my novel, I finished my phonetics homework, my Talk in Interaction Practicum teacher went AWOL and no word why, and I am saddle sore from my bike. I need a softer seat. I wish I knew Hillel's hours so I could talk to someone, anyone. It is very comfortable to be outside on a sunny, not too hot day, with so many flowers I never see in Massachusetts and hardly a cloud in the sky. I wish I was happier. I wish I didn't feel I screwed my chances with John or have a love relationship with Sivan.
When is the best time to go to San Francisco?
