the end
of my semester is approaching, and i am the most compressed i've ever been on all sides. i say i'll do things when i really shouldn't like being the new wmbr program director. i never spend time on actually working and developing academic ideas and projects; they are always frantic and during the time when you don't know what day it is because it is so early/late. they are excuses for projects, attempts at faking mastery. why does this happen? do i not care? where are my priorities? from how i spend my time, they are with music-related things and runja. i just want to do things well and then go home without dying or exploding. it is going to be impossible even in the best circumstances.
in other news, ahmad jamal is the only person i know who can make "in walked bud" sound like "maiden voyage." that was a nice night with shakeel. don's bathroom sink leaks and i can't fix it so i feel guilty because i estimate how many hundreds of gallons of water it is wasting per day. i haven't used my bed in two days except for phone sex that one time. on saturday morning i woke up in the student center. this morning i woke up under my desk without my pad because gabe was borrowing it. please, it is my wish that i do everything i am supposed to do and then come home to you. just give me that.
in other news, ahmad jamal is the only person i know who can make "in walked bud" sound like "maiden voyage." that was a nice night with shakeel. don's bathroom sink leaks and i can't fix it so i feel guilty because i estimate how many hundreds of gallons of water it is wasting per day. i haven't used my bed in two days except for phone sex that one time. on saturday morning i woke up in the student center. this morning i woke up under my desk without my pad because gabe was borrowing it. please, it is my wish that i do everything i am supposed to do and then come home to you. just give me that.