break
break from paper writing. some thoughts:
dawn is coming. so cold outside.
i was at the corner, typical street corner. picturesque in that sort of coffee-shop corner way. across the street a German Sausage house. bikes chained to posts all down the alley. caffeine and nicotine giving my body that disguise that says "I'm awake!" i didn't even order coffee until 3:30 or so... i could almost go for another.
my mind is alive with interesting happenings from the romantic life of the Romantic composer. i am frantically flipping through pages and pages of notes, pages and pages of books; where was that perfect line to make my paper nice and juicy?
i have one cigarette left in the pack i bought only a week ago - i ended up giving over half of them away to people at parties. being social, ya know. doing my part to lessen the likelihood of me actually smoking them. although i really appreciate the taste of coffee and cigarettes... and on that street corner, gazing at the grey and orange clouds (tainted colors, reflections from the lights of Portland, the gorgeous city scape only miles away) i was realizing how much i miss zach. he was the missing piece to that image, the little collage, the mosaic, that little glimpse at the movie-like stillframe of college life. writing papers until dawn...
i'm almost at 6 pages. i really like what i have so far and i have no doubts that this paper is going to be very long, but something to be proud of. i'm enjoying the research and even more so the artistry of weaving together all the details of Chopin's life and relationship with Sand. recreating their story is quite a thrill and i'm pleased with the way my version flows. and the writing is so much better than it had started out to be... thank god i worked on it that one night when i was still high... hah. funny to think how it changed my style so much. now it's a paper Nora would want to read - before it was too dry. too factual. there wasn't the excitement of a love affair. now that it's less of a report and more of an interesting story, i feel much more excited to be working on it.
i should get back to it, actually. after i pee :-) stephanie... this pee is for you. i wish i had a way to time it.
dawn is coming. so cold outside.
i was at the corner, typical street corner. picturesque in that sort of coffee-shop corner way. across the street a German Sausage house. bikes chained to posts all down the alley. caffeine and nicotine giving my body that disguise that says "I'm awake!" i didn't even order coffee until 3:30 or so... i could almost go for another.
my mind is alive with interesting happenings from the romantic life of the Romantic composer. i am frantically flipping through pages and pages of notes, pages and pages of books; where was that perfect line to make my paper nice and juicy?
i have one cigarette left in the pack i bought only a week ago - i ended up giving over half of them away to people at parties. being social, ya know. doing my part to lessen the likelihood of me actually smoking them. although i really appreciate the taste of coffee and cigarettes... and on that street corner, gazing at the grey and orange clouds (tainted colors, reflections from the lights of Portland, the gorgeous city scape only miles away) i was realizing how much i miss zach. he was the missing piece to that image, the little collage, the mosaic, that little glimpse at the movie-like stillframe of college life. writing papers until dawn...
i'm almost at 6 pages. i really like what i have so far and i have no doubts that this paper is going to be very long, but something to be proud of. i'm enjoying the research and even more so the artistry of weaving together all the details of Chopin's life and relationship with Sand. recreating their story is quite a thrill and i'm pleased with the way my version flows. and the writing is so much better than it had started out to be... thank god i worked on it that one night when i was still high... hah. funny to think how it changed my style so much. now it's a paper Nora would want to read - before it was too dry. too factual. there wasn't the excitement of a love affair. now that it's less of a report and more of an interesting story, i feel much more excited to be working on it.
i should get back to it, actually. after i pee :-) stephanie... this pee is for you. i wish i had a way to time it.