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One week from today I will be going home for break. One week from this very moment, in fact, I shall be in New York and fidgeting in my seat on a bus with a probably kinda-smelly seatmate and wondering if I'll catch an early train home.
I can't wait.
I'm feeling very blahhhh today. One week isn't that far at all to get out of this city, but I'm thinking of everything that I have to do during that week and how long some days can be and my mind kinda bugs out.
Last night was the first night in a while I didn't have anything due the next day or needed to start working on something else that was due soon. So I finished dinner around 10:45, came up to my room and just looked around like "What now?"
And then I realized "Hey! Relax!" So I brushed my teeth, put my pjs on, climbed into bed, and read some Chuck Palahniuk.
So yeah, I'm reading Chuck now. I bought Fight Club at the used bookstore a few weeks ago for, like, $5, and have been meaning to read it. But then last night in class one of the girls gave a lecture about Chuck Palahniuk and I was both apalled and intrigued. So I went to the library right after class and took out Haunted. It's a novel told in a series of short stories set behind a backdrop of writers that have been lured into a three month writers workshop (which is the narrative present of the novel). The short stories in it are the stories told by the members of the workshop.
The first story is both grotesque and oddly poetic, and basically an example of how literature can be a car wreck sometimes: you can't look away, even if you're just a tad horrified, etc etc.
Today I am reading for class, but in the back of my mind I'm wanting to abandon work and go back to reading Haunted. I don't know what that, or what the fact that at the moment out of everything going on I'm most excited about reading more grotesque literature, says about me, but, well... life is kind of dissatisfying at the moment.
So yeah. I still haven't seen last week's Supernatural. I'm thinking of watching it tonight, because I won't be able to watch this week's until it's posted somewhere. But then something in me is just like "blahhhh" and so I'm contemplating saving it until I'm home and can watch it on the VHS my mom so graciously taped for me.
Again, I blame the "blahhh."
You'd think life would be more exciting, or at least satisfying. In the meantime, I'll use Chuck Palahniuk as a substitute.
I can't wait.
I'm feeling very blahhhh today. One week isn't that far at all to get out of this city, but I'm thinking of everything that I have to do during that week and how long some days can be and my mind kinda bugs out.
Last night was the first night in a while I didn't have anything due the next day or needed to start working on something else that was due soon. So I finished dinner around 10:45, came up to my room and just looked around like "What now?"
And then I realized "Hey! Relax!" So I brushed my teeth, put my pjs on, climbed into bed, and read some Chuck Palahniuk.
So yeah, I'm reading Chuck now. I bought Fight Club at the used bookstore a few weeks ago for, like, $5, and have been meaning to read it. But then last night in class one of the girls gave a lecture about Chuck Palahniuk and I was both apalled and intrigued. So I went to the library right after class and took out Haunted. It's a novel told in a series of short stories set behind a backdrop of writers that have been lured into a three month writers workshop (which is the narrative present of the novel). The short stories in it are the stories told by the members of the workshop.
The first story is both grotesque and oddly poetic, and basically an example of how literature can be a car wreck sometimes: you can't look away, even if you're just a tad horrified, etc etc.
Today I am reading for class, but in the back of my mind I'm wanting to abandon work and go back to reading Haunted. I don't know what that, or what the fact that at the moment out of everything going on I'm most excited about reading more grotesque literature, says about me, but, well... life is kind of dissatisfying at the moment.
So yeah. I still haven't seen last week's Supernatural. I'm thinking of watching it tonight, because I won't be able to watch this week's until it's posted somewhere. But then something in me is just like "blahhhh" and so I'm contemplating saving it until I'm home and can watch it on the VHS my mom so graciously taped for me.
Again, I blame the "blahhh."
You'd think life would be more exciting, or at least satisfying. In the meantime, I'll use Chuck Palahniuk as a substitute.