"it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience/which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I'm telling you about it."

I'm having a Frank O'Hara kind of day.

In three years of Reed if there's one thing I've learned, it's that there are definitely some times when one shouldn't be sober.  Tonight, I was completely and utterly sober.  Well, hindsight 20/20.  Back to the haze.  I don't need to be drunk for that ( Read more... )

Biking in Portland fucking sucks.

I just want to go home and sleep in a bed without a whiny terrier.

But at least this place has cable.

I am one conclusion away from being completely done with my junior year of college.  It will be bad, but hey, I have bronchitis.  I will write it, and then I will take my USB drive and my empty backpack and go to the library for one last time, print it out, turn it in, and clean out my locker ( Read more... )

There is no part of me that doesn't hurt.

I have 30+ pages to write by next Wednesday.

Blargh.

Actually, my night was pretty boring.  Sorry.  All of the interesting shit happened while I was looking in the other direction.

I've settled on a schedule.  Two English classes, a music class, and thesis first semester, and German and either an English class or a music class and thesis second semester.  I sort of wanted to take the Don Quixote class ( Read more... )

Guess who likes my synthetic and synoptic writing!  NATHALIA KING ( Read more... )

What a beautiful day to be COMPLETELY DONE WITH MY QUAL.

Well, I mean, I still have to edit, but I feel that this shouldn't stop me from indulging in a wonderful sense of relief, especially since my body can't seem to get the message that it's time to stop stressing out and actually sleep.  Luckily, sunshine makes everything better.

My first paper of the semester (that can be written in English, anyway) is due in 29 hours and holy shit am I unmotivated.  Same old story, I know, but I really should have something like an introduction by now.  I got up at 9 for that express purpose but instead spent the last two hours... goofing off on the internet.  Fuck.

And now all I have are ( Read more... )

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I'm pretty fucking tired, though.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to listen to Guster and write some annotations.