Here's to weekends built explicitly around recharging one's batteries, to lazy afternoons spent drifting in and out of consciousness. It feels amazing to simply lay back and do... well, nothing, really.

Somehow, I doubt it's going to last. James Joyce is calling, and I have more irish stream-of-consciousness to read before I can be satisfied.

It's going to be really nice when the people I made fun of in high school stop dying in violent ways.

Actual quotes from a classmate's presentation this morning. Read with as much dramatic flourish as possible.

"China-- a vast territory. It contains many people. Especially ancient China."

"The earliest Chinese dynasty, as China is known for all its dynasties and rulers and things...."
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I got out of bed for THIS?

I was on-call this weekend, and spent most of it resting. Sweet, glorious rest.

Friday-- going HOME.

SNAKES ON A PLANE = Everything they said it would be. Multiplied by snakes.

Tell me something compelling, something from the soul. Whether it be with regard to me, to others, to the world, here lies an opportunity to spill the contents of your soul, anonymously and screened from the eyes of the public. Open your Pandora's box. Confront your most expansive love, your deepest sense of hatred. I've killed the IP log- speak ( Read more... )

I can't figure out what's going on around campus this semester. It's literally as though Gary called the regents together and said "Alright guys, here's the plan. We're going to renovate the entire campus ALL AT ONCE."

I'm looking forward to moving back in. My schedule for the next couple of weeks has been turned upside down, and now it feels like I'm racing up an escalator as it ascends. Everything's suddenly racing by. Such is the way summers were meant to end ( Read more... )

Six days until I quit my soul-devouring minimum wage job.

Nine days until I start back at my other soul-devouring minimum wage job.

YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

The joys of having too much time on my hands. I've been writing a good deal of haiku at work, and tonight, I took a stab at actual poetry. I scrawled this down on the back of a "return without reciept" form.

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