Saturday, September 18, 2010

Modularity and the Motor Theory of Speech Perception

There is a game of ultimate frisbee running on the pitch outside my window.  Everybody is very excited about it.  This is a side of Reed that I've never seen.  I have to admit, it's pretty adorable.

List of things to do today:
-Morphology problem set
-Catch up on Macbeth
-Regular homework
-Portland food carts with dormies
-Skype with Matt
-Video games
-More paper stars

I really like how it deteriorated into a 'list of things I do when I'm goofing off' at the end.

I wonder if reading your old writing is even a good idea.  I went through my old journal yesterday, and ended up leaving with some uncomfortable thoughts and feelings.  There were so many flashing lights in those adolescent words, and I hope that I can be more honest with myself and others now.  For two years, I was tortured and didn't seem to really know it, and yet now at just a glance I can see that I was in trouble.  I don't want that to happen again.  I want to take those bad feelings and slowly breathe them out of me like smoke.  I don't need them anymore.  Maybe when I was a teenager, I needed something like that inside of me to keep me working for better things. Maybe I didn't know how to let them go, even though I can tell I was trying.

Anyway, the point is, I'm trying not to be so full of myself now.  Honesty is the best policy, right?

Okay.  I think it's hash-browns and over-easy eggs o'clock.


  1. First off, over easy eggs are gross.

    Second off, in about 5 years I'll give you all the notes you wrote me in middle school, because I kept them.

    I love you like a fish loves water.

  2. Over easy eggs are my world, and I'll fight anyone who wants to talk smack about them!

    I'm excited to see the notes. I'll probably be mortified. :P

    I love you like awesome people love over easy eggs! Haha. Okay, I love you like ferrets love crawling into stuff (which is a whole lot).

  3. I refuse to log in to my live journal and go back and read those. shit terrible.

    And I've gotta go with dee, over easy ain't my thing

  4. Okay, I'll allow you to agree with Dee about the eggs because you have alleviated my fear that only I wrote shit terrible stuff in lj when I was a teen.