Well haven't I just been all about the poor life decisions lately.

Ma bouche sera la bouche des malheurs qui n'ont point de bouche, ma voix, la liberté de celles qui s'affaissent au cachot du désespoir.

Aimé Césaire (1913-2008)

These last few weeks. . .dear lord. Between the Jew play and the French play, I've been on campus from 9:30am until midnight pretty much every day since the middle of March. Every now and then, I remember that I have real homework to do, but I've learned recently that either a) I somehow naturally elicit sympathy from people, or b) I lucked out ( Read more... )

COME TO MY PLAYS
COME TO MY PLAYS
COME TO MY PLAYS

KNOCK de Jules Romains ( Read more... )

Watched this last night and got really freaked out:

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So then we watched this and got really happy:

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Our landlord just stopped by to tell us that there was a shooting at a house behind ours on West Doty. We can see from our back porch that the cops have cordoned off the front yard. Apparently the coroner is there, too.

I don't know what's going on.

Peter Ladwig doesn't scare me.

When I was a kid, what did I imagine my life as an 'adult' would be like? I can't remember. All I can remember is being in the second grade, and looking at the fourth graders and thinking that they were impossibly old. High school was another story; college was absolutely unfathomable. What did I predict for myself when I couldn't have possibly ( Read more... )

Went to Minneapolis with Mike and Lisa and it was the best weekend ever. Except for the part when I had to drive through a marshmallow last night.

Okay. Okay. I hate the Internet.