Oh, cynics..
I'm home. And it feels good. I wish it rained all the time here though, during December. Rain encourages me to sit inside and read, which is what I like doing. If it's sunny and I step outside to get the mail...I'm immediately wracked with guilt. Why am I not frolicking, running, beaching?
Beaching, ha ha.
Russian is only slightly harder than I thought it would be.
I've still got to put something together for The Guardian.
Grades came out appropriately this time. Certain things I was in danger of failing I didn't fail. And certain things I wanted to do well in I did. Perfect. I'm just glad that I estimated my Writing class the right way. That's really the only thing that matters.
I just finished Barrel Fever. Now I've got Heller to complete and I'm thinking of tackling The Idiot.
I hate not having a car but who am I to complain, really. I'm just kind of in a bitchy mood. I've actually been really bitchy lately. I hate being bitchy but more than that I hate talking about being bitchy. It just makes things worse, this idiotic acknowledgment of an idiotic state.
I really enjoyed sitting in the parking lot of B&N in Alex's car with my palms out when it was raining...after a while my hands were dripping.
But, again...things move forward whether or not we've had enough time to prepare.
Wow. That was like, um... so profound.
Who in hell knows what I'm saying, ever?
Beaching, ha ha.
Russian is only slightly harder than I thought it would be.
I've still got to put something together for The Guardian.
Grades came out appropriately this time. Certain things I was in danger of failing I didn't fail. And certain things I wanted to do well in I did. Perfect. I'm just glad that I estimated my Writing class the right way. That's really the only thing that matters.
I just finished Barrel Fever. Now I've got Heller to complete and I'm thinking of tackling The Idiot.
I hate not having a car but who am I to complain, really. I'm just kind of in a bitchy mood. I've actually been really bitchy lately. I hate being bitchy but more than that I hate talking about being bitchy. It just makes things worse, this idiotic acknowledgment of an idiotic state.
I really enjoyed sitting in the parking lot of B&N in Alex's car with my palms out when it was raining...after a while my hands were dripping.
But, again...things move forward whether or not we've had enough time to prepare.
Wow. That was like, um... so profound.
Who in hell knows what I'm saying, ever?