something about something makes me feel wrong
can i see the breaks? the brakes? blah blah blah.
i'm really sparse hereabouts, only showing up when i'm desperate for distraction or when i'm just desperate. i don't have a record player or even records in georgia. a list of what i do have in georgia:
clean clothes
stress
arguments
about ten remaining hours
two beers
a stack of books i will never be able to read
more pessimism than usual
blah blah blah
still without focus, still without an horizon, i plod forward. i'm writing my essay this year on don quixote! why? delusions, probably. or hope. i heard good things fall out when you hold it by the ankles and shake.
i'll come back to annapolis, i'll read, i'll write, i'll be in a play, but i've got to eat, too! i just don't know where i'm going and as a result don't know how to get there. so i do that old thing and look to records to help find the way. for example
AND MY! FRIENDS I'VE! RETURNED TO WISH YOU ALL THE BEST!
22 in a week, and i have no idea what that means. i rub my feet together when in bed, and i feel kind of alone, but this is whiny bullshit. in a weird way, i miss the streets of annapolis. i miss the goddamn winter. it's so mild here, i can barely stand it, but there i go complaining again.
this is an announcement: we should all play more boardgames this coming semester. and listen to more records. it'll at least make me feel better.
i'm really sparse hereabouts, only showing up when i'm desperate for distraction or when i'm just desperate. i don't have a record player or even records in georgia. a list of what i do have in georgia:
clean clothes
stress
arguments
about ten remaining hours
two beers
a stack of books i will never be able to read
more pessimism than usual
blah blah blah
still without focus, still without an horizon, i plod forward. i'm writing my essay this year on don quixote! why? delusions, probably. or hope. i heard good things fall out when you hold it by the ankles and shake.
i'll come back to annapolis, i'll read, i'll write, i'll be in a play, but i've got to eat, too! i just don't know where i'm going and as a result don't know how to get there. so i do that old thing and look to records to help find the way. for example
AND MY! FRIENDS I'VE! RETURNED TO WISH YOU ALL THE BEST!
22 in a week, and i have no idea what that means. i rub my feet together when in bed, and i feel kind of alone, but this is whiny bullshit. in a weird way, i miss the streets of annapolis. i miss the goddamn winter. it's so mild here, i can barely stand it, but there i go complaining again.
this is an announcement: we should all play more boardgames this coming semester. and listen to more records. it'll at least make me feel better.