Woody Allen says ninety percent of life is just showing up.

How nice to have people from last year, those people it is so comfortable to be around because what did we do last year?  We sat around and we talked, and talked, and talked, and didn't worry around doing anything.  

Blogging is easy.  Writing is hard.

Going to New York today.  First time.  Maybe I will see Sam.  Or Miranda. 

Not going to Oxford before next fall.
Not going to be an RA next year.
Going to draw with a wonderful group of people instead. 
Am an officially declared English major with a Creative Writing emphasis. 
Got an A- on my final PWR 2 paper.

Need sleep.
Need to write philosophy paper. 

“They were a pair of people with no middle ground, nothing between polite formalities and an engulfing intimacy.”

-Alice Munro, “Comfort”

By Ernest Hemingway, "For sale: baby shoes, never used."

By Rebecca Miller, "As she fell, her mind wandered."

By Tobias Wolff, "She gave. He took. He forgot."

By Edward Albee, "Poison; meditation; skiing; ants-nothing worked."

By Norman Mailer, "Satan-Jehovah-fifteen rounds. A draw."

I'm finally not sick!  ...I think.  My mom offered to make her chicken soup and drive up here tomorrow.  So unnecessary, but the sweetest, right?  Last night was horrible.  But last weekend was fantastic.  I had the best frat party dancing buddy I know of, and Elena and I slept over at Toyon, only to wake up in the morning to spend all of Sunday ( Read more... )

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Busy week is over, show is cast, and tonight is long.