Chapped hands
My hands are growing quite chapped, especially my knuckles. The long cold winter is probably the cause. Then again it might be the working my hands to the bone, not that i have much to get to the bone. (For those who don't know, i've got ugly long and boney fingers for which are purely orinamental) All i can think about are my dads hands. They are so chapped and caliused. They were very strange to the touch, like you could only feel the outer shell. They are in most ways the opposite of mine. My are unusually delicate and soft and my father's are thick skinned and very tough. *chuckles* i'm starting the path to being my dad. My family used (and still) makes fun of me. "Mike you have the hands of a women! never worked a day in your life" I guess they were right. I'll never know hard work like my dad knows.
It's one of my short commings i think, i don't work hard enough. As we speak, i'm avoiding math work, my reason is that my heart is too restless for math. People always say that you can tell a man's character by his hands. My dad has character, I have, well woman hands. Not very impressive. I wish i had more character.
On another note, i'm depressed yet again. School is starting to get to me. I'm doing my best but one of my roomates who doesn't have school keeps me from work. I mean i should stay this weekend, but he is really bored and keeps bothering me. I don't mind so much, but he's bored and what do i expect him to do? The real source of my depression is school. I'm barely keeping up and not having fun. University in a technical program is really hell all years. I mean i love computers still, but the work load is burning me out quick. Plus the people in our house had a very dispairing conversation about why one guy and by association, me is single. Then today one roommate had her period which is fine, but she was losing it. Which means it's been a depressing house. My god, we are three steps away from dawson's creek except the people aren't teenage heartthrobs. I just want this term to end and it's fucking week 3 of TOO MANY. I really need to talk to someone.
I bet i could sleep away this depression, but unfornationately work prevents me. Back to the gallaies, because this ships isn't going to row itself.
Whips and chains, school is just their latest model.
