jeudi soir
I am not even pretending to be productive right now. and I'm not interested in those people who are. like my roommates. and "friends."
instead, I am living my life right up to the rim, meaning: trying on all the (3) cocktail dresses I bought today for five bucks a pop, bopping around in high heels to Spoon, and drinking in moderation. I am tauntingly close to finished with this quarter... all that looms is one dun-dun-dun oral exam in french and a written phonetics one for spanish. my death will be tediously wordy I'm sure. at least it will have a bit of culture.
speaking of death- my general disdain for the certain aspects of the world is dying- or at least being muted- right now thanks to a fantastic weekend of notenoughsleep and toomanycigarettes, the return of my plutonic love who's been in europe for a quarter, oh yeah- and all the fucking music. I barely even care that my closest brush with real romantic intimacy was mutually annuled thanks to our dangerously paralleled life strategies. or anti-strategies. anyway, boring for you, important for me, we'll sum it up by saying I'm OK. this is a heavy statement. hiphiphooray.
I'm also dangerously close to becoming a "serious student"... meaning I have to write my concentration (major) over the summer. until then, I am obviously avoiding crossing into that weird realm of studiousness which has so stealthily captured the majority of mes amis tonight. I will protest with efficient doodling. with some dawdling for good measure.
instead, I am living my life right up to the rim, meaning: trying on all the (3) cocktail dresses I bought today for five bucks a pop, bopping around in high heels to Spoon, and drinking in moderation. I am tauntingly close to finished with this quarter... all that looms is one dun-dun-dun oral exam in french and a written phonetics one for spanish. my death will be tediously wordy I'm sure. at least it will have a bit of culture.
speaking of death- my general disdain for the certain aspects of the world is dying- or at least being muted- right now thanks to a fantastic weekend of notenoughsleep and toomanycigarettes, the return of my plutonic love who's been in europe for a quarter, oh yeah- and all the fucking music. I barely even care that my closest brush with real romantic intimacy was mutually annuled thanks to our dangerously paralleled life strategies. or anti-strategies. anyway, boring for you, important for me, we'll sum it up by saying I'm OK. this is a heavy statement. hiphiphooray.
I'm also dangerously close to becoming a "serious student"... meaning I have to write my concentration (major) over the summer. until then, I am obviously avoiding crossing into that weird realm of studiousness which has so stealthily captured the majority of mes amis tonight. I will protest with efficient doodling. with some dawdling for good measure.