I am not sure what to do with myself and my summer. There are three ways to go from here: Given that I have stopped attending half of my classes, taking summer courses would be prudent. There isn't much variety, but a failed student like me can't afford to be picky. Then again, nothing suggests a failed student like me will change his spots now. I ( Read more... )

I woke up forcefully. I had sleep pulled out from under me. This is not a bad thing by any stretch.

Austin Kleon's blackout poems are genius. I wonder what the man could do with cereal boxes.

I saw The Counterfeiters and Iron Man. Both good. Different reasons, as you might suspect. You might already be familiar with the premise of Iron Man, but ( Read more... )

I haven't had anything to say, lately, and I don't know if that will change.

I do hope you read this entry by puf_almighty. It's very personal and very much about the world, and it's very well-written, and you might fall in love with him by the end of it.

"For him sleep means lying as still as possible ( Read more... )

Obama took South Carolina. I'm so, so pleased. This means a number of things, which I'll put behind an LJ-cut because I'm rather ill-informed and this is all speculation.

( '08AMA )

"The word "terrorism" first appeared in France (terrorisme) in 1795."
--The Department of Homeland Security's Ready Kids: Know The Facts page.

I have been watching an unseemly amount of movies lately. I am kicking Netflix's ass. This weekend alone I've seen eXistenZ, This Film Is Not Yet Rated, and The Truman Show.In that pleasant post-movie haze, I ( Read more... )

I have no idea how this video of a young Kirsten Dunst being  grilled by her parents got to the internet but it shows that she is or was smart as a whip. It's got some great lines in it from her parents, trying to prep her for an interview offscreen. If you think she's a brat, listen to her parents' comments, especially towards the end. There's ( Read more... )

"Why is my verse so barren of new pride ( Read more... )

Things are beginning to look doable, for the first time in a while. My grades were a holy rout, not that I deserved better, but I did not want to plumb my ability to feel shame in such detail.

I'm in a fine mood, though. I will never say I live for music or any of that, but god damn if it is not mood-altering. All it took was the track Calendar ( Read more... )

Here is what happened, the honest truth and in sequence:
My phone broke.
My professor gave me an alternate essay to write, based on Kafka's The TrialThe neighbor lady told me she was worried about leaving her dog while she's away, so she'd have friends come by to check in. Okay ( Read more... )