Nocturnal Activity.
I finally know why nobody ever has their lights on in the apartment block across the courtyard, they don't get up until 3:30am, apparently.
Sleep is a necessity, not sleeping a conscious choice.
I read the entire archive of http://www.viruscomix.com/subnormality.html Much appreciated, Gabe.
Contemplating sweet irony of pulling yet another all-nighter in exchange for all those evenings I spent amusing myself instead of working on my language lab portfolio.
Also contemplating irony of compiling 32-page written portfolio for a practical language lab.
Listening to old German Hip-Hop. Got all nostalgic and remember when I heard the band for the first time 10 years ago in Italy.
Thought about it, was actually 14 years ago. Die fantastischen Vier is pretty damn old. As I was only 10 at the time, lets count the previous date and be done with it.
The portfolio has become an unreal requirement in a non-euclidean world that is rapidly slipping from my grasp. Trite as that may sound, I just had to erase half a page's worth of swearwords I cannot remember typing and the thermos is looking at me.
Looked at old house in Italy via Google Earth. Burned down in 2006 with 2 camp grounds and 600 acres of national forest. Fuck the goddamn Mafia.
Wondered why I was typing my stream of thought into a .txt file instead of working on the portfolio, scrapped idea of going to bed at all today, decided to just dump this into Livejournal to amuse myself when I read it once I got some sleep. 4 hours left until portfolio turn-in deadline.
Neighbors complaining about bass. Forgot to plug in headphones.
Sleep is a necessity, not sleeping a conscious choice.
I read the entire archive of http://www.viruscomix.com/subnormality.html Much appreciated, Gabe.
Contemplating sweet irony of pulling yet another all-nighter in exchange for all those evenings I spent amusing myself instead of working on my language lab portfolio.
Also contemplating irony of compiling 32-page written portfolio for a practical language lab.
Listening to old German Hip-Hop. Got all nostalgic and remember when I heard the band for the first time 10 years ago in Italy.
Thought about it, was actually 14 years ago. Die fantastischen Vier is pretty damn old. As I was only 10 at the time, lets count the previous date and be done with it.
The portfolio has become an unreal requirement in a non-euclidean world that is rapidly slipping from my grasp. Trite as that may sound, I just had to erase half a page's worth of swearwords I cannot remember typing and the thermos is looking at me.
Looked at old house in Italy via Google Earth. Burned down in 2006 with 2 camp grounds and 600 acres of national forest. Fuck the goddamn Mafia.
Wondered why I was typing my stream of thought into a .txt file instead of working on the portfolio, scrapped idea of going to bed at all today, decided to just dump this into Livejournal to amuse myself when I read it once I got some sleep. 4 hours left until portfolio turn-in deadline.
Neighbors complaining about bass. Forgot to plug in headphones.