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Lots of things here. Jessica from So You Think You Can Dance? is dreamy. See here:
Also, I find myself having a bit of an existential crisis in my poetry class, complete with rapid heartbeat and sweat on the backs of my knees, because no one can answer me this: If some poetry has a system and some doesn't, and it doesn't matter what rules are followed, if any at all, then how do you know when it's a good poem? Then I applied the same question to every situation in life and I felt like jumping out the window.
Then: plans are sort of up in the air this fall. Where will I be living? Where will I be working? These are other answers I cannot know at this time.
But I will know them eventually, and so I'm not as bothered by them.
Also: Noticed that my body, obedient little Schnauzer that it is, happily responds to any thought I have as if it were based in reality. An awareness is there that tells me this is kind of ridiculous, but it happens anyway. Then fear develops that the awareness will one day disappear and then I'll be unable to tell the difference between reality and my own consciousness. Schizophrenic or postmodern? Please discuss, chickenpants.
Things are good, though, and they are getting even better.
Also, I find myself having a bit of an existential crisis in my poetry class, complete with rapid heartbeat and sweat on the backs of my knees, because no one can answer me this: If some poetry has a system and some doesn't, and it doesn't matter what rules are followed, if any at all, then how do you know when it's a good poem? Then I applied the same question to every situation in life and I felt like jumping out the window.
Then: plans are sort of up in the air this fall. Where will I be living? Where will I be working? These are other answers I cannot know at this time.
But I will know them eventually, and so I'm not as bothered by them.
Also: Noticed that my body, obedient little Schnauzer that it is, happily responds to any thought I have as if it were based in reality. An awareness is there that tells me this is kind of ridiculous, but it happens anyway. Then fear develops that the awareness will one day disappear and then I'll be unable to tell the difference between reality and my own consciousness. Schizophrenic or postmodern? Please discuss, chickenpants.
Things are good, though, and they are getting even better.