One paper down, three to go. I have a full-length paper due in every one of my classes tomorrow. I can barely even conceive of how the amount of work I have to accomplish will be completed in the time I have to accomplish it ( Read more... )

Elderly lady: "That Anna Nicole, she had a hard life."
Grumpy, elderly man: "Oh, she brought it on herself."

Who said I needed to turn on VH1 to hear commentary on pop culture, I can just head down to the local diner!

Oh, beautiful morning...

After bundling up in my most comfortable clothing and having a snow day, I woke up this morning to a to-do list with nothing crossed off. So I wrote "Feel completely at ease with people you care about" at the bottom. Then I crossed it out ( Read more... )

I feel like I should be posting, writing about everything, documenting all the details of my symbolic slap in the face from mortality that has been burning for the last 5 days. But there's this part of me that doesn't want to write anything down, wants to pretend that I just watched a Kiss Kiss Bang Bang with my father and all I want to talk about ( Read more... )

For once, I'm not going to make an abstract reference to my life's drama as a larger, more poetic concept ( Read more... )

I just need more time... for everything. How is it possible that no matter how many post-its and self-deprecating notes I leave myself in red pen, I can still not accomplish anything over the weekend?

Digging through my papers during my cleaning binge yesterday, I found my playlist from the first show of the year. Being back in the station felt so wonderful, even though the place was kind of dirty and the computer was broken, another part of a string of equipment failures. But even though I had to press about three buttons more than I wish I ( Read more... )

"I wanted to write in whatever language comes most naturally when we soliloquise, as I do all day long, upon the events of our own lives or of any life where we can see ourselves for the moment."

This poem was sitting on the blackboard next to my hidden chair at the side of the room for what could have been much of the semester during grammar and language. After analyzing "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," "Geronition," "The Hollow Men," "Le Mort de Loup," "Booz endormi," and 17 poems by Yeats in the span of a single day it seems ( Read more... )

Today's activities: Dentist Appointment, Eye Exam, Kohl's Shopping Spree

Conclusion: Good Lord, do I hate soft rock.