Entrapment and Matters of the Heart
I have so many deadlines right now.
I have to get my make-up test lined up with Pastor (and listen to my music for it!!!).
I have to have an essay about realism in short fiction for Lee done and turned in before 5:00 on Monday.
I have to study for the midterm questions, also for Lee, and I have to pray that I roll a 6 on midterm day (next Friday!!!). (We have 5 questions, and we roll a die to find out which one we answer. If you're a lucky son of a bitch and roll a 6, you choose which question you get to answer.)
I have to have my midterm paper for Pastor done before the 29th. And since I can't find much on J.J. Johnson from anyplace other than Wikipedia, I'd better go with Gene Krupa (my other choice).
So many deadlines...so much work...I'm not allowing myself adequate time or the right circumstances to get it done.
It looks like it's time to give up a few things for the rest of the month or whenever I get the last thing done (term paper), whichever comes first. What I have to give up, I don't know yet.
Sometimes it feels hard to breathe.
I really do hate lit.
Oh crapmonkeys, and I also have a precalc test to study for, and you guessed it, it's on Monday. At least the subject matter doesn't seem difficult...yeah...
In other areas...I think I have written on this before. After finally finishing The House of Mirth...I dunno. The ending...I've never experienced death quite like Selden has, and yet I feel like I understand exactly what he goes through, when I don't. It makes me want to just be with someone. Just to lay in the arms of my nonexistent lover. Lay there and feel nothing but her cheek against my face and her arms around me, and my arms around her. Totally innocently lying where we are, doing nothing but enjoying each other's company. I want that...and right now, I just can't have it.
And I don't even have enough chocolate to make me forget the notion, to make me feel better.
It's depressing, I tell you.
But I can always hope for that to come one day.
I have to get my make-up test lined up with Pastor (and listen to my music for it!!!).
I have to have an essay about realism in short fiction for Lee done and turned in before 5:00 on Monday.
I have to study for the midterm questions, also for Lee, and I have to pray that I roll a 6 on midterm day (next Friday!!!). (We have 5 questions, and we roll a die to find out which one we answer. If you're a lucky son of a bitch and roll a 6, you choose which question you get to answer.)
I have to have my midterm paper for Pastor done before the 29th. And since I can't find much on J.J. Johnson from anyplace other than Wikipedia, I'd better go with Gene Krupa (my other choice).
So many deadlines...so much work...I'm not allowing myself adequate time or the right circumstances to get it done.
It looks like it's time to give up a few things for the rest of the month or whenever I get the last thing done (term paper), whichever comes first. What I have to give up, I don't know yet.
Sometimes it feels hard to breathe.
I really do hate lit.
Oh crapmonkeys, and I also have a precalc test to study for, and you guessed it, it's on Monday. At least the subject matter doesn't seem difficult...yeah...
In other areas...I think I have written on this before. After finally finishing The House of Mirth...I dunno. The ending...I've never experienced death quite like Selden has, and yet I feel like I understand exactly what he goes through, when I don't. It makes me want to just be with someone. Just to lay in the arms of my nonexistent lover. Lay there and feel nothing but her cheek against my face and her arms around me, and my arms around her. Totally innocently lying where we are, doing nothing but enjoying each other's company. I want that...and right now, I just can't have it.
And I don't even have enough chocolate to make me forget the notion, to make me feel better.
It's depressing, I tell you.
But I can always hope for that to come one day.