Christina, I saw you in a magazine-uh
"Out here in the country
Where stars they shine
You can even take a walk by moonshine
Though I long to stay
I've just got to go
Where money is made
Cold winds blow
How I long to feel that Summer
In my heart
And the days were so long
And nothing could go wrong
With my heart
And the days were so long
And nothing could go wrong
With my heart
How I long to feel that Summer
In my heart"
--"How I long to feel that summer in my heart" by Gorky's Zygotic Mynci
I really like listening to peaceful things right now.
I have a paper to write and some business e-mails to send (dumb) and then I have one hundred pages to read and a one-page annotated bibliography to do. I slept for almost two hours this afternoon. Right now, it feels like five-o'clock to me, but I do have to write a story for my next class at four, so there's quite a bit more of the day to go.
I sleep a lot these days. I never get enough at night. I should be able to get by with seven hours, but it just isn't working.
Mum and Matt are coming into town on Friday. I am rather excited about it. We'll go thrifting
Becky and I have yet to finish Spirited Away. That is one crazy movie, but it is also so good.
Jared and I have a movie list to go down. We've each seen half and want the other to see the half we've seen, so we will slowly be watching them together. He made me watch Exorcism of Emily Rose last Wednesday. It actually wasn't scary at all, just sort of gross in places.
On Friday, I almost reported a professor to the department head. He had been giving us the wrong information about a reading for three class periods. This could just be a casual mistake, but one he wouldn't have made if he'd actually read the reading in which true answer was written more than once. So, at this point in time, I could actually teach this class instead of him, but Professor C. is still responsible for handing out my grade and that pisses me off.
Everyone should read "The Swimmer" by John Cheever. I am going to write a magical realism piece soon and I am excited.
Art in the Park this Friday and Poetry Reading on the 2nd. This is going to be good.
Where stars they shine
You can even take a walk by moonshine
Though I long to stay
I've just got to go
Where money is made
Cold winds blow
How I long to feel that Summer
In my heart
And the days were so long
And nothing could go wrong
With my heart
And the days were so long
And nothing could go wrong
With my heart
How I long to feel that Summer
In my heart"
--"How I long to feel that summer in my heart" by Gorky's Zygotic Mynci
I really like listening to peaceful things right now.
I have a paper to write and some business e-mails to send (dumb) and then I have one hundred pages to read and a one-page annotated bibliography to do. I slept for almost two hours this afternoon. Right now, it feels like five-o'clock to me, but I do have to write a story for my next class at four, so there's quite a bit more of the day to go.
I sleep a lot these days. I never get enough at night. I should be able to get by with seven hours, but it just isn't working.
Mum and Matt are coming into town on Friday. I am rather excited about it. We'll go thrifting
Becky and I have yet to finish Spirited Away. That is one crazy movie, but it is also so good.
Jared and I have a movie list to go down. We've each seen half and want the other to see the half we've seen, so we will slowly be watching them together. He made me watch Exorcism of Emily Rose last Wednesday. It actually wasn't scary at all, just sort of gross in places.
On Friday, I almost reported a professor to the department head. He had been giving us the wrong information about a reading for three class periods. This could just be a casual mistake, but one he wouldn't have made if he'd actually read the reading in which true answer was written more than once. So, at this point in time, I could actually teach this class instead of him, but Professor C. is still responsible for handing out my grade and that pisses me off.
Everyone should read "The Swimmer" by John Cheever. I am going to write a magical realism piece soon and I am excited.
Art in the Park this Friday and Poetry Reading on the 2nd. This is going to be good.