Ultra confusion feigns clarity
Thank you for your kind, sincere words.
I want raspberry tea *so badly.*
I have three Page One stories tomorrow. The meth lab story was a gift from God, I swear. Everything just fell into place somehow.
Not much of this makes sense to me
The river leaves run cold and dry
But it keeps me from swinging tree to tree
And sometimes I’m too scared to even try
Hashing through the possibilities
They seem as endless as the sky
You seek the truth and the quiet breeze
But the air is too thin to reply
Well I know that’s where I’ll never be
‘Cause I can see the summer’s done
I try to let the river flow in and out of me
And pray I float the way I think I want
And pray I float at all
Distant notions of subtle residue
Cling to minds from our past
Tell us what is what and who made who
But time’s events move us too fast
Simple sentiments whisked away by anxious steel wool
Struggling to content ourselves with what we think best
That what makes happy of which we seem never full
Is actually more than plenty for it is already possessed
Well I know that’s where I’ll never be
'Cause I can see the summer’s done
I try to let the river flow in and out of me
And pray I float the way I think I want
And pray I float at all
Not much of this makes sense to me
The river leaves run cold and dry
But it keeps me from swinging tree to tree
And sometimes I’m too scared to even try
Ultra confusion feigns clarity
Scattered delusions excuses destiny
It’s never exactly how it appears to be
Too much for any of us who even try to see
Well I know that’s where I’ll never be
'Cause I can see the summer’s done
I try to let the river flow in and out of me
And pray I float the way I think I want
And pray I float at al
Urban politics is going really well, it's such a good feeling. I think the TA thinks I'm quaint. Remember how I thought she thought I was a dumbass and how I wanted her to think I was brilliant? I think she's amused I'm trying so fucking hard and being tolerant of the most frustrating people in our group (I know, Shannon, patience, what?) and trying to be a leader without being that obnoxious girl who answers everything. I'm happy with that.
I made a much-needed phone call today. Now I play the waiting game to see if I get a call back. And I got to talk with Jamie briefly today, which was nice, although it was primarily about dead bodies.
Joe Grimm is coming to the J-School tomorrow night. Since I opted not to interview with the most powerful recruiter in the nation (what the fuck was I thinking? and whenever I explain why I cancelled my interview to people, I always feel like such a fucking snob, like ohhh, I'm too good for the Freep, which isn't the case AT ALL), I figured I should at least ask him to critique my resume and clips. But that means no bubble tea with Kim, which means the second time rescheduling it. Which is not fair.
Now I must do more urban politics before my brain completely shuts down.
~Shannon
P. S. OMGOMGOMG There's a real BOOKWORM! I was going to get strep throat but fuck that shit!
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I want raspberry tea *so badly.*
I have three Page One stories tomorrow. The meth lab story was a gift from God, I swear. Everything just fell into place somehow.
Not much of this makes sense to me
The river leaves run cold and dry
But it keeps me from swinging tree to tree
And sometimes I’m too scared to even try
Hashing through the possibilities
They seem as endless as the sky
You seek the truth and the quiet breeze
But the air is too thin to reply
Well I know that’s where I’ll never be
‘Cause I can see the summer’s done
I try to let the river flow in and out of me
And pray I float the way I think I want
And pray I float at all
Distant notions of subtle residue
Cling to minds from our past
Tell us what is what and who made who
But time’s events move us too fast
Simple sentiments whisked away by anxious steel wool
Struggling to content ourselves with what we think best
That what makes happy of which we seem never full
Is actually more than plenty for it is already possessed
Well I know that’s where I’ll never be
'Cause I can see the summer’s done
I try to let the river flow in and out of me
And pray I float the way I think I want
And pray I float at all
Not much of this makes sense to me
The river leaves run cold and dry
But it keeps me from swinging tree to tree
And sometimes I’m too scared to even try
Ultra confusion feigns clarity
Scattered delusions excuses destiny
It’s never exactly how it appears to be
Too much for any of us who even try to see
Well I know that’s where I’ll never be
'Cause I can see the summer’s done
I try to let the river flow in and out of me
And pray I float the way I think I want
And pray I float at al
Urban politics is going really well, it's such a good feeling. I think the TA thinks I'm quaint. Remember how I thought she thought I was a dumbass and how I wanted her to think I was brilliant? I think she's amused I'm trying so fucking hard and being tolerant of the most frustrating people in our group (I know, Shannon, patience, what?) and trying to be a leader without being that obnoxious girl who answers everything. I'm happy with that.
I made a much-needed phone call today. Now I play the waiting game to see if I get a call back. And I got to talk with Jamie briefly today, which was nice, although it was primarily about dead bodies.
Joe Grimm is coming to the J-School tomorrow night. Since I opted not to interview with the most powerful recruiter in the nation (what the fuck was I thinking? and whenever I explain why I cancelled my interview to people, I always feel like such a fucking snob, like ohhh, I'm too good for the Freep, which isn't the case AT ALL), I figured I should at least ask him to critique my resume and clips. But that means no bubble tea with Kim, which means the second time rescheduling it. Which is not fair.
Now I must do more urban politics before my brain completely shuts down.
~Shannon
P. S. OMGOMGOMG There's a real BOOKWORM! I was going to get strep throat but fuck that shit!
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