"simply - wrong."
tonight was a night of the most beautiful solitary searching - a nightdrive exploring this area around my college town, which i've barely explored before - and there was sliding rolling mist again, distant mysterious lights, dark rises of earth, and my windows were down, and the air bit cold and damp, and smelled like i was standing in a creek - of course i had amnesiac on.
and of course it should follow that the car pops a flat as i enter my apartment's parking lot. oh you should have heard my trucker mouth go. ugh. i have to handle this sensibly now, or my parents won't let me take the car down to school again. so my mechanically-oriented roomie is going to help me change tires tomorrow, so that i can drive 70 miles to the valley, on friday night.
is that a stupid idea? 70 miles of highway driving, with a spare tire? i honestly have no idea. but i don't want to tell my parents that i have a flat until i get home - i have a sneaking suspicion they'd never let me drive on a spare.
today was the day of our modern british novel presentation. my contribution was: i took a conversation from "the remains of the day," between mr stevens and miss kenton, and i conceptualized it into the process that goes on within the individual's head, by which hegemony tries to eradicate any personal moral codes. i spoke pretty damn well, and continued my pattern of anger-tinged (or shoud i say punk?) presentations.
even though the prof was able to take my words to a much better place that now seems so fucking obvious. i felt stupid then, but i kept telling myself, at least he's singled out my words to expound upon, out of my entire group's presentation.
the entire time i was driving, i pretended vaux was with me. i know he'd absolutely love a nightdrive with me, and he'd probably appreciate it more than anyone else in my life. we'd pick the perfect albums to match the night's aesthetic, and then we'd look at the way light works out there. i think it might dazzle him, i think it'd be a nice new thing for him.
and of course it should follow that the car pops a flat as i enter my apartment's parking lot. oh you should have heard my trucker mouth go. ugh. i have to handle this sensibly now, or my parents won't let me take the car down to school again. so my mechanically-oriented roomie is going to help me change tires tomorrow, so that i can drive 70 miles to the valley, on friday night.
is that a stupid idea? 70 miles of highway driving, with a spare tire? i honestly have no idea. but i don't want to tell my parents that i have a flat until i get home - i have a sneaking suspicion they'd never let me drive on a spare.
today was the day of our modern british novel presentation. my contribution was: i took a conversation from "the remains of the day," between mr stevens and miss kenton, and i conceptualized it into the process that goes on within the individual's head, by which hegemony tries to eradicate any personal moral codes. i spoke pretty damn well, and continued my pattern of anger-tinged (or shoud i say punk?) presentations.
even though the prof was able to take my words to a much better place that now seems so fucking obvious. i felt stupid then, but i kept telling myself, at least he's singled out my words to expound upon, out of my entire group's presentation.
the entire time i was driving, i pretended vaux was with me. i know he'd absolutely love a nightdrive with me, and he'd probably appreciate it more than anyone else in my life. we'd pick the perfect albums to match the night's aesthetic, and then we'd look at the way light works out there. i think it might dazzle him, i think it'd be a nice new thing for him.