ohhhhhhhhh shit ( Read more... )

so i still have like 9 pages to write before 9am. that is some wild shit. yes sir. i do think so ( Read more... )

possibly.

thanksgiving break was great. i had a ridiculous amount of fun.
but it was so good to come back. so good. this is where i should be. in this place with these people ( Read more... )

i feel like the way it is now here is the way it always was.
but that's not true at all!
think of things like the first day.
pretty dfferent, eh?
yeah, that's right.

pjs and dirty socks, all day long. how very excellent.
i'm in a remarkably chill mood considering that i have ~10 pages to write and 200 pages to read yet tonight. i guess it's because break is coming up.

hmm so this is manymany hours later than the above and i'm starting to feel a little less chill. why do i get myself into these situations? i ( Read more... )

i've recently decided that the only proper thing for me to do in life is to become a neo-classical poet. i want to write mock-epic poems hundreds of pages long, canto upon canto, all in iambic pentameter, about things like the life of alcibiades or the siege of potidea. i want to lock myself in a tiny room full of classical literature and to write ( Read more... )

Have you ever ( Read more... )

it's not a night for plutarch.
or cicero.
or richardson.
it's a night for being sad and curling into somebody's lap.
why doesn't my life agree?

i set my alarm for six this morning to wake up and do my reading / paper for my class at 9:30. i was hella tired, so i was going to go the pub to get coffee, but i couldn't find my wallet anywhere, and i realized that when i thought it was missing last night i was right. my way of dealing with this was going back to sleep and sleeping through class ( Read more... )