arg arg arg
life is silly and stressful at the moment. All that work I've been slacking off has finally caught up with me, as we all knew it would. Things to do before May 4:
Clean Room
Pack up shit
Write 4 one pg papers, 2 twelve pg final papers, 1 interview with an African musician/dancer, 1 paper about my african dance performance
Make up a dance class
Print 30 pg manuscript
Write a story that's halfway decent
Return an assload of library books
Remember to eat (currently on the chai/cigarette/bread and butter/no money diet)
But what do I do instead? I complain on livejournal about all the work I have to do. I smoke a cigarette and fantasize about living in Scotland. I get drunk on peppermint shnapps with friends and sleep till noon the next day.
That was funny. I wrote a drunken friendster testimonial for ian. I don't exactly remember what it said, but I vaguely recall something like "here's somethin poetic: ian ian he's so hot, he's a ten on hot or not."
I'm slightly embarrassed, but prefer to think of the thing as something to laugh about. And it is, of course. God, my life has become an alternate universe where teenage alien soap operas have become real life. I'm learning to float a little bit above it and laugh.
Clean Room
Pack up shit
Write 4 one pg papers, 2 twelve pg final papers, 1 interview with an African musician/dancer, 1 paper about my african dance performance
Make up a dance class
Print 30 pg manuscript
Write a story that's halfway decent
Return an assload of library books
Remember to eat (currently on the chai/cigarette/bread and butter/no money diet)
But what do I do instead? I complain on livejournal about all the work I have to do. I smoke a cigarette and fantasize about living in Scotland. I get drunk on peppermint shnapps with friends and sleep till noon the next day.
That was funny. I wrote a drunken friendster testimonial for ian. I don't exactly remember what it said, but I vaguely recall something like "here's somethin poetic: ian ian he's so hot, he's a ten on hot or not."
I'm slightly embarrassed, but prefer to think of the thing as something to laugh about. And it is, of course. God, my life has become an alternate universe where teenage alien soap operas have become real life. I'm learning to float a little bit above it and laugh.