( A rant follows )

I start school in a month. Holy fuck, that went fast. It seems like time and life are slipping away from me so fast that blah blah blah etc. etc. Surely you know where I'm going with this, so let's just pretend we had this coversation and you rolled your eyes and we moved on, yes ( Read more... )

I think it’s a good indication of how long I’ve been in college (and the kind of people I spent time with while I was there) that I have a lot of trouble not thinking of “postapocalyptic” as one word. I have a similar problem with “twincest ( Read more... )

And the ancient empty rest of the lyrics to Tambourine Man fit pretty well right now. No, I'm not high per se, but I'm in that oozy no-sleep-followed-immediately-by-nice-gooey-brunch-pancakes space that makes everything seem like a sleepy Dylan song that may or may not be about acid, who knows ( Read more... )

It's after four AM. I have five pages to go. In a ten page paper. For a hundred level class. This is the kind of thing I should be able to do in my sleep. No pun intended. And yet I sit. Here. All night. Writing. Slowly. So slowly. When I should be writing quickly ( Read more... )

I am feverish and overwhelmed.

This is not a metaphor. I can't frickin breathe and my housing choices in Montana are lookin' like an unfurnished basement or a studio under a piano that plays all day.

Guuuurrggghhhhhhlllll...

Gah... can't... stop... correcting... this... student's... paper ( Read more... )

Our assignment for our Chinese final is to write a 1200 character essay about "what we've learned in college." I'm writing it, and I'm starting to get that feeling. You know the one you get? When you're depressed and secretly watching a Full House marathon while continuously checking the door to see if anyone's coming so you can switch quickly ( Read more... )

I keep having really vivid dreams about conversations with people who are far away or dead. Not sure what it means. Also keep getting anonymous dirty phone calls. Not sure what that means, either, except that I am extremely creeped out.

On the bright side, there are new kitties to play with at the Gingko Gallery.

"In response to questions, Cmdr. Pauline A. Storum, the spokeswoman for Guantánamo, asserted that detainees were much healthier psychologically than the population in American prisons. Commander Storum said about 10 percent could be found mentally ill, compared, she said with data showing that more than half of inmates in American correctional ( Read more... )