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| 07:04am 21/09/2009 |
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Happy Monday, everyone! I can tell it's Monday because I feel like I'm going to vomit from anxiety, because that's how much I dread going to work! |
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| 09:56am 27/08/2009 |
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In New York. Found a job. It pays well. I hate it, though. Either got pickpocketed or lost my wallet yesterday. Not sure which one I would prefer to be the case.
FML(????) |
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| 01:21am 16/06/2009 |
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I sort of like working as a receptionist, I must say. You get to sit all day, in the air conditioning, and read the New York Times. For pay. And occasionally get yelled at by dudes threatening legal action. |
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| 09:03pm 02/06/2009 |
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Okay, I'm ttly gonna get back into the habit of using this, y'all. Ttly. The semester from hell is over; I have no excuse for neglecting my friends anymore.
SO HI =D |
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| 09:38am 04/02/2009 |
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HOWDY Y'ALLSES
So, um, still alive. As it turns out. Survived the trip to Korea, survived the return to school...And let me tell you guys, Korea is bananas. In the best way. Man, one day we paid to have our feet eaten by fish and then paid to have dogs stare at us while we drank overpriced tea. How is that not awesome!
Anyway, currently in the middle of thesis poop. I would like to moan about how much reading there is, BUT THERE ISN'T. BECAUSE NO ONE HAS WRITTEN ON MY TOPIC. FUCK.
Oh, well. I'll pull through. Somehow. How's everyone else? =D? |
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| 01:21pm 20/12/2008 |
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ME FOR THE PAST FIVE MONTHS:
"Ohhhh, woooooooe, I cannot sleep past 8! Ohhhhh, wooooooe, it is my lot to live the insomniac's life!"
YESTERDAY:
"Uh, wow, I slept in till 10. And I'm still on east coast time, so it was essentially till noon."
TODAY:
"Yes, this is more like it - waking up at 7:30 once again. I'll just rest to recover from this.......Oh. Er. Does that clock seriously say 11?"
THE FUTURE:
"Om nom, this hat is delicious." |
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| 11:32am 07/12/2008 |
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"You know," my dad said the other day, "senior year is supposed to be easy."
"Well," I didn't say back to him, "I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOUR LIFE IS LIKE IN THAT PARALLEL DIMENSION."
I just feel like I'm drowning just at the moment. The thought of winter break in two weeks is more terrifying than tantalizing, because I know I have so fucking much to do between now and then. And I know that the moment this all ends, I'm going to collapse in the most epic illness known to man - I haven't been eating right, have barely gotten outside, have been getting six hours of sleep a night on the outside. The only consolation at the moment is all the fun I'm having ON THE INTERNETS.
Just...ughhhhgh. Winter break will be short, too. A week in Tucson, a week in Korea, two weeks in California, and then that's it. Spring semester's gonna be worse by far for me, too, because I'm getting a job (though only about a five hour a week job) and also, OH YEAH, LOL THESIS.
Dag.
Dag.
FUCK I STILL HAVEN'T ASKED MY TEACHERS FOR RECOMMENDATIONS
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Hahaha, so glad I could break my several-week silence with this PHENOMENALLY PHENOMENAL UPDATE. |
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| 05:47pm 22/11/2008 |
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What I will be doing this weekend: Writing my paper.
What I would like to be doing: Writing my novel.
What I feel in regards to my novel: Trepidation mixed with excitement.
Why that is:
( Blah blah blah writing, pretension. ) |
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| 08:42am 21/11/2008 |
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OH MY GOD SNOW ON THE GROUND SNOW STICKING ON THE GROUND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS AMAZING |
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| 09:02am 05/11/2008 |
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HAHAHA, four hours of sleep last night, because I went to bed late and then couldn't stay asleep past about six this morning just because I needed to make sure it wasn't a dream. Terrible, because I'm going to be exhausted, Here's my schedule for today, with the homework I didn't do filled in during my free time:
10:30-11:30: Calculus
2:00-3:00: Meeting
3:00-5:00: Structure of Russian (including an unstudied-for exam!)
5:00-6:00: Russian departmental tea
6:00-7:00: Russian for Pre-Professionals
7:00-7:30: Meeting
8:30-10:00: Helping out at the study abroad session...
...BUT WHAT THE FUCK EVER. My steps will be made light today, y'all. I just feel so goddamn giddy, and warm, and...God. As cheesy as it sounds, I just feel hopeful. |
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| 11:32pm 04/11/2008 |
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| 12:34pm 04/11/2008 |
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WHAT I OUGHT TO BE DOING
Reading these articles on South Ossetia
WHAT I AM DOING
Compulsively refreshing NYTimes.com and fivethirtyeight.com
It is barely past noon, Self. Stop it. |
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| 09:03am 27/10/2008 |
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God, I am really going to have to courageous my shit up at some point soon. |
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| 09:45am 26/10/2008 |
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There is one type of music I hate more than the music the fucking sophomores blast at two in the fucking morning when some of us are seniors, and insomniacs, and need to cling to whatever sleep happens to drift our way.
And that is baroque music.
Shit all sounds exactly the same! I have a test today in which I have to identify by name pieces we've heard in class. What the shit! It's fucking 4/4th all the way through, orchestrated with a harpsichord, strings, oboes, and occasional horns, and it's all frilly and dancy and uninteresting. There's nothing to distinguish one piece from the next, and there's nothing to distinguish one piece from the monotony that will follow death.
God, Bach you, motherBachers. |
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| 11:59am 12/10/2008 |
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GOD, FUCK IT. FUCK YOU, AIRLINES. FUCK YOU, AIR TRAVEL. FROM NOW ON I AM WALKING. |
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| 01:12pm 08/10/2008 |
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Sparrow Hills
"The breast beneath a kiss, as if beneath a water-jug!
Not always, indeed, not continually does summer gush forth.
Nor night after night do we raise
The low roar of accordions from the dust, as we tramp and drag along.
I have heard of old age. Fearful prophecies!
Not a single breaker will raise its hands to the stars.
So it is said. You do no believe it. No face upon the meadows,
No heart among the ponds, no god in the pine grove.
Then cleave your soul asunder! Make the whole day today foam up!
This is the world's noonday. Where are your eyes?
See, on the heights thoughts have been beaten into a white foam
Of woodpeckers, clouds and fir-cones, heat, and pine-needles.
Here the rails of the city trolleys have come to an end.
Farther up, pine-trees serve. Farther up, the others cannot go.
Farther up, it is Sunday. Tearing off the branches,
People will run through the clearings, slipping on the grass.
Sifting noon and Whitsunday and promenade,
The woods ask us to believe that the world is always so.
That it is laid out so in groves, so inspired with meadowland,
So shed on us, on chintz, from the clouds."
Translation not mine. I'm not crazy about it, and will probably do my own at some point, but my God is this a beautiful poem. I now know the framing text I'm going to use for my Pretentious As Butt novel - these lines -
"Not always, indeed, not continually does summer gush forth."
"...no god in the pine grove."
and
"The woods ask us to believe that the world is always so."
- hit some of my themes really hard. Plus this thing is so gorgeous that it'll elevate my poop-on-paper.
GOD FUCK I LOVE YOU BORIS PASTERNAK ♥ |
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| 07:48am 03/10/2008 |
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YEAH. SO. I STAYED UP LATE LAST NIGHT TO WORK ON A PAPER, AND I'VE WOKEN UP EARLY THIS MORNING.
WORD COUNT? 800/500.
STILL GOING.
PAPER DUE IN AN HOUR.
NEVERTHELESS, STILL GOING.
#(*Y%*$%&#($*% |
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| 09:06am 02/10/2008 |
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GOD, FUCK, PUSHING DAISIES. I LOVE YOU SO EFFING MUCH I FEEL LIKE I'M ABOUT TO COLLAPSE INWARD.
( Spoilers? I guess? ) |
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| Re: The end of Code Geass |
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| 08:27am 28/09/2008 |
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...Well, the music was good. And the production values were slightly higher than usual.
...Yeah. |
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| 08:16pm 25/09/2008 |
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Today was not the best day ever. The cumulative lack of sleep really hit me around 1:30, a third of the way into my first class, and just escalated from there. I thought I could make it through Russian, but Russian was postponed an hour and a half so we could go to an (admittedly very interesting) guest lecture by a Michigan lawyer who argues amnesty cases, speaking about the legal and practical problems facing Chechen refugees. It was good, but eff, I was exhausted afterwards, and then I was just awful in my Russian class, and at the end my tutor was, like, "Your bus isn't for another fifteen minutes. Do you want to stay and chat a bit?" and I was like "NO" and then felt like the horrible person I am.
And then it rained on me.
Ugh, whatever. One class tomorrow, and fuck me, I'm not preparing for it tonight. Instead, I got a date with Murder One and then some NyQuil. (Eff. I haven't taken anything for sleep for two nights now, and for two nights I've slept at most six hours. I'd like to not? Really? Develop that habit? But I really really need a good night's rest.) |
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