"To be loved, be lovable."
So my internal rhythm has been mangled since last weekend when we went to see Shinee and SS501 live at the "Annual Korean Music Festival" and ended up staying up all night and hitting bed around 8AM. What this means is that Monday was hell, Tuesday was a whole different level of hell that made me smoke, eat, cut class and still feel like shiz. I'm sure PMS is in on the conspiracy as well, but that only encouraged me to wave the white flag. So yeah, Tuesday was a wasted day until I got my two hour nap, then things were looking up because I could focus my eyes well-enough to read again!
All that barking on Monday night didn't help, by the way. Money (the dog) and I have had...disagreements, mostly over how he cowers over everything and barks at the shadows (creepy, by the way). He started barking around 10-11PM and continued into the wee hours of 3AM (I could swear I heard the neighbours banging). I leashed him twice (in different locations, farther away from my room) and ran out at least four times to shush him, but it took a few power shows before he understood that I can squash him if I want to and therefore when I go SHHHHHHHH!!!! I mean it, damnit. Tuesday night I was able to shush him from my room, with the door closed, knowing that his excellent canine hearing allowed the command to be heard even over the music--and yes, he shut up, asap. However a new problem has emerged: this morning I noticed that Money was limping! Not sure how this happened since last night he was still fine, but the only thing that came to mind in the morning (pre-coffee moments are usually blurry to me) was that maybe he got run over by the neighbour's car, but I think I would've woken if he had yelped (or would he just quietly whimper?). Now (with a clearer head) I'm thinking maybe he stepped (like a spike?)on something so I'll have to investigate later when I get home.
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I have a proposal due tomorrow and I'm contemplating analyzing Edna St. Vincent Millay for the 8-10 page essay, but as you know, 8-10 pages is an awful lot to write about anything/poetry...Unless I get to cover ...let's say...at least five of them. Maybe I'll take the feminist angle (it's the easiest one >P) and highlight all the witty retorts aimed at chauvinistic men.
I also have a midterm tomorrow. I think it will be based on the last four novels we've read in my Post-Modern American Lit class, only I haven't finished reading the latest one yet. Crap.
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I want to organize my clothes. I feel that I have a lot but I also never feel like I have anything to wear. I plan on organizing them into outfits and then writing lists of specific pieces I want to hunt down.
...Sometimes I think my whole life is just planning, planning, and more planning. It's about Plan A, Plan B, and C, because nothing ever goes according to plans. Yet still all I do is plan.
All that barking on Monday night didn't help, by the way. Money (the dog) and I have had...disagreements, mostly over how he cowers over everything and barks at the shadows (creepy, by the way). He started barking around 10-11PM and continued into the wee hours of 3AM (I could swear I heard the neighbours banging). I leashed him twice (in different locations, farther away from my room) and ran out at least four times to shush him, but it took a few power shows before he understood that I can squash him if I want to and therefore when I go SHHHHHHHH!!!! I mean it, damnit. Tuesday night I was able to shush him from my room, with the door closed, knowing that his excellent canine hearing allowed the command to be heard even over the music--and yes, he shut up, asap. However a new problem has emerged: this morning I noticed that Money was limping! Not sure how this happened since last night he was still fine, but the only thing that came to mind in the morning (pre-coffee moments are usually blurry to me) was that maybe he got run over by the neighbour's car, but I think I would've woken if he had yelped (or would he just quietly whimper?). Now (with a clearer head) I'm thinking maybe he stepped (like a spike?)on something so I'll have to investigate later when I get home.
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I have a proposal due tomorrow and I'm contemplating analyzing Edna St. Vincent Millay for the 8-10 page essay, but as you know, 8-10 pages is an awful lot to write about anything/poetry...Unless I get to cover ...let's say...at least five of them. Maybe I'll take the feminist angle (it's the easiest one >P) and highlight all the witty retorts aimed at chauvinistic men.
I also have a midterm tomorrow. I think it will be based on the last four novels we've read in my Post-Modern American Lit class, only I haven't finished reading the latest one yet. Crap.
--
I want to organize my clothes. I feel that I have a lot but I also never feel like I have anything to wear. I plan on organizing them into outfits and then writing lists of specific pieces I want to hunt down.
...Sometimes I think my whole life is just planning, planning, and more planning. It's about Plan A, Plan B, and C, because nothing ever goes according to plans. Yet still all I do is plan.