Prior(itise)

The problem with buses is they allow me to compose blog entries in my head, all that sitting and staring aimlessly out windows, but by the time I actually get to a computer they are lost. I have remembered what is important to me again and as a result am feeling much better. Its odd sometimes the little things that catalyse change.

I made it to my spanish lecture did some law study and played a few riioutous games of spoon (its a card game nothing to do with spooning) and got jumped on in a mad scramble for pens. All in all a very satisfactory day.

I think my blog is becoming mundane. Sometimes I feel that the only words left in me are prosaic and stodgy.

I saw the school edition of Les Miserables last night. I have often wondered why things like movies and plays and songs have the ability to move us so. We know in our heads that what is happening on screen or on stage etc... is not real. Yet our hearts leap when the characters are happy and our eyes cry (sometimes) when they are sad. Its odd to think of a body as a scramble of individual parts and not as the sum of all its parts.

I am rambling AND being boring... gah.