Anxiety sucks. I need to focus. This is getting ridiculous.

Thursday:
GOAL: finish portfolio, do one Shakespeare essay, do one chapter of American Dialects exercises, finish Quia, start a/b paper

Friday:
CNF portfolio (6000 word revisions, 1000-1500 word statement, 300 word critique response) before 5 pm
meeting w/American Dialects prof. regarding paper, 11:45 am
finish Quia before midnight
GOAL: research ( Read more... )

Dear God:

Please start existing. While you're at it, bring back all the other things I don't believe in anymore. There's a lot that I have to do and I don't want to do any of it, so I need someone or something to keep me in line. You can't let me get out of it this time.

Please?

Yes yes, happy turkeys and stuffing globs and all that jazz, but here's something important (yeah, okay not so much, but here it is anyway): I just found a white hair growing out of my head. WTF, I'm still only twenty-two! I'd decided I'd go natural gray when the time came, but jeez, I didn't think that'd be so soon. I'm not ready to look dignified ( Read more... )

It is somewhat uncharacteristic of me to make posts like these, but this is worth reading for anyone who's ever thought for even five seconds about engaging in a relationship at some point down the road.

www.blognosh.com/2008/07/the-opposite-of/

Sounds obvious, right? Wrong. The sooner people realize that, the sooner we can quit damaging each other ( Read more... )

1) Weather that requires at least three layers of clothing for cozy comfort.
2) That throat-coating blood-taste and scraped-clean feeling in your chest after a brutal run.

Oh, how I've missed you both.

Probably a month ago, some kid in one of my classes said he'd never heard a good case for the existence of free will. Ridiculous, I'd initially thought, but the more I think of it, the more I'm starting to agree. There's supporting evidence in physics, literature, and religion (and the lines between all these constructs are looking increasingly ( Read more... )

MotherFUCK. I need to take a mulligan on this semester. Or maybe the past ten years. Whoever can make that happen, thanks.

[EDIT: Thank you for the slack, whoever you are.]

Ahaha, fucking useless.

What a blur of nothingness today was. I slept in until around 10:30 and now it's edging on 12:30, which means 14 hours have been filled with god knows what and, regardless of how bloody slow they were, they're completely gone and I have no idea how so much jack-shit was stretched over that large an amount of time. Notable: I sketched, I downloaded ( Read more... )