I'm writing this story right now about a guy who keeps having dreams about his own death. He's going to be an artist of some sort (possibly a writer, but I feel like maybe I only want him to be a writer because I'm reading You Can't go Home Again right now, and that's a story about a writer), and the dreams are going to stress him out to the point ( Read more... )

Yay for internet. Got it hooked up today by a sort of creepy cable guy. Then again, I think creepy may be a job requirement for cable guys. Anyway, he did his job, so that's all that matters. I'm very wireless now. Very.

That's all.

Tonight, after the family viewing of the Sopranos (yeah, what else would an Italian family with HBO do on a Sunday night?), I will be officially moving into my apartment in Cincinnati. Yeah, I'm driving down there at 10, so what ( Read more... )

Just finished my Shakespeare take-home. It's crap, but I don't care. I'm going to get a damn B in that class, anyway, pretty much no matter how I do on the final. I'm just so fucking sick of finals and school ( Read more... )

( Okay, it's not really that brief )

Ever since I turned about 14 and my friends started to get into "serious" (or what they thought were serious, anyway) relationships, I started to hear all this talk about "forever together" and (eek) marriage. And I thought, I'm 14, I have no idea how old you think you are, but we are way to young to be talking like this. Call me unromantic, but ( Read more... )

I really don't want to write this paper. I've put it off for so long, and I wish I already had it done. Damn. *sigh* I just need to keep it up for two more weeks, then I can be lazy all summer. Except for the part where I work two jobs. But hey, at least jobs have no homework. And I'll have kittens.

Boys are trouble, but if that's trouble, then I think I might like to stay there ( Read more... )

It's the perfect temperature outside. It's going to rain soon, I know, but for now, it's nice and windy. I have my windows open, and the breeze keeps hitting my shoulders, which feel great. I love springtime.

I'm reading Hamlet (again) in my Shakespeare class. As a result, I've been receiving a lot of handouts on existentialism lately, (side note: one of the handouts had T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" on it, which is my favorite poem ever), because Hamlet is perhaps the most prominent existentialist literary character (Prufrock is ( Read more... )