I’m not one to attach purposes to things. Doing so provides a support to the concept of predestination, and really takes the flavor out of life. After all, the greatest property of things is that you give them their own meaning. (You might just call me an existentialist). Still, after looking at my Top Friends list on Facebook, I’m beginning to realize that while it may not be purpose-driven, each one of my friend plays a certain role, a certain function.
For example, Joshua is my moral conscience. He’s a good person to bounce ideas off of. Bober might be my creative analyst. He helps to collaborate and form some of the ridiculous stuff that we get in to. Noah is that guy that grounds you, because no matter how laid back and cool you try to act, he achieves the same thing authentically. Angel is my overall logic compass. When I think something makes sense, she has to verify whether its a manifestation of my mind, or actually a good idea. Actually, Angel is sorta all-purpose. The crew guys are there to have fun competition with. These are just some examples. Trust me, you all have your function. Unlike most relationships in nature, the functions of your friends tend to travel towards enthalpy and order. Your friends assimilate to fill your various needs.
Does that make anyone feel uncomfortable; that you fill some roll you probably aren’t aware of? Don’t think of it is a bad thing, none of my friends are utterly useless, so if you can safely assume you are benefiting society… or at least me and my microcosm.
By the way, I’ve been peer-pressured into having another big New Year’s party, but I have run into some complications. Apparently, Skip stopped over to bring some of my articles to my house and spoke to my mother. Skip expressed great concern of the risk of underage drinking at his house. While I wasn’t planning on having a huge drinking party, my mother seems to think it’s inevitable. Negotiations are under way. If I do have it, the desire has been expressed to make it a small 30-ish people party. If that becomes the case, it will be semi-formal dress.
Anyways, my numerical methods test/class is done. One more terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad exam left (thank you to those who got the preschool pop-culture reference). That test is Physics II for Engineering Students. It’s going to be very evil and demonic, covering such topics as Gauss and Ampere’s laws for magnetism, Maxwell’s equations, electrics fields and forces, capacitance and dielectrics, and of course, everyone’s favorite, Faraday’s law!!!
Needless to say, its going to be disgusting, and it will probably break my B in the class. Still, I’m feeling good that finals are underway. I can afford to take solace in the fact that no matter how I do, they are only a three-hour block of time, and I’ve worked hard enough this semester to allow myself a little wiggle room.
Anyways, it’s unlikely that you care about my performance on exams (actually, it’s pretty unlikely you’ve navigated to my blog anyways).
I hope everyone has a good day, and since a major hurdle has been accomplished, I’ll be finding some sort of fun tonight, so if you feel like joining in the festivities, let me know!!!
