"I'm getting old and I need something to rely on."
It feels strange not to be doing schoolwork.
I was going to start on my turgy projects tonight, but I haven't really decided on my plays. Right now, I'm thinking Summer and Smoke by Tennessee Williams, Six Characters in Search of an Author by Luigi Pirandello, something by Chekov, or something absurdist. But I hate most absurdist theater.
I also thought maybe of doing Waiting for Godot, but that's overdone. Not that nothing else I'm picking is, but unless I pick something that's not used over and over again by scholars regarding Godot, I should just forget it.
So maybe I'll do that. Pick a play, that is. I'd like to do at least three papers this summer. Counting the Wild Duck paper, because that beast needs to be re-written like woah.
And I don't know why I'm writing all of this here. Maybe because I feel like I should be doing something of worth at the computer while I'm here.
Goals for Summer 2006:
Read 15 new books
Lose 30 pounds (10 per month, totally doable)
Pay off a good portion of my credit card debt
Write 3 good scholarly papers for internship stuff
Pick 4 top internships for summer '07
Organize my life
Get some semblance of self-acceptance (Note: I've 'tried' this before, but never really put any effort into it. This time, I'm really going to work on it. If that means that I'm spending absolutely no time with Steph's friends, then so be it. Because I don't like myself when I'm with them.)
Go on a photo safari
I really like this song. So, I'm going to share.
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me?
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
I was going to start on my turgy projects tonight, but I haven't really decided on my plays. Right now, I'm thinking Summer and Smoke by Tennessee Williams, Six Characters in Search of an Author by Luigi Pirandello, something by Chekov, or something absurdist. But I hate most absurdist theater.
I also thought maybe of doing Waiting for Godot, but that's overdone. Not that nothing else I'm picking is, but unless I pick something that's not used over and over again by scholars regarding Godot, I should just forget it.
So maybe I'll do that. Pick a play, that is. I'd like to do at least three papers this summer. Counting the Wild Duck paper, because that beast needs to be re-written like woah.
And I don't know why I'm writing all of this here. Maybe because I feel like I should be doing something of worth at the computer while I'm here.
Goals for Summer 2006:
Read 15 new books
Lose 30 pounds (10 per month, totally doable)
Pay off a good portion of my credit card debt
Write 3 good scholarly papers for internship stuff
Pick 4 top internships for summer '07
Organize my life
Get some semblance of self-acceptance (Note: I've 'tried' this before, but never really put any effort into it. This time, I'm really going to work on it. If that means that I'm spending absolutely no time with Steph's friends, then so be it. Because I don't like myself when I'm with them.)
Go on a photo safari
I really like this song. So, I'm going to share.
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me?
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?