tomorroww is going to be hell. 2 exams. half a book. 10 page paper.
love it.
soo what am i doing in preparation?
obviously i'm fantasizing about tinga tinga. aaand reading ee cummings because i only really do that now when i'm completely desperate.
so! i'm going to leave the poem here that cheers me up when i feel like an
Since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death I think is no parenthesis.
that, and i listen to billy joel.
and tinga tinga in ELEVEN yayayayay
!!!
[oh, and speaking of !!!
jack, that was a terrible thing to do.
now all i really do with my life is listen to that song
you've ruined me, obbbbviously.
heh. like i give a fuck.]
end!