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Roommate returned tonight--luckily, I got my preperation for my speech tomorrow morning finished up before he came in. Apparently his girlfriend's ex-boyfriend is staying here over the weekend--on the condition I can let any of my own kin stay in the future. The more sociopathic, the better.
Got my ticket to see "The Misanthrope" a second time. Laughingly crafted a solid solution to the question we were exploring in PHIL101 . Almost fell asleep if not for the occasional unavoidable annoying of the professor's voice in Auditory Physics.
Will leave that English summary to finish up in the half hour I'll have between COMS100 and English tomorrow. Practiced my speech about half a dozen times with notecards over the last 8 hours, so I'm hopeful the possibility of embarrasingly failing is low. 11 notecards... they made sense to me over the course of the day. It's not the end of the world if I fail, though--I /was/ undeniably an antisocial for my first 16 years on this Earth.
My urge to write and create has been rising, but I was damned tired today, and now the roommate is back so quiet will be again harder to find. But I had the best sleep I've had this semester two nights ago, and I had the best exploration of thought I've had last night. Last night was, "What if I end up a poet/indie-film maker/comic writer/artist surviving by mailing off thirty random things hoping for about $500 a month from magazines?" Conclusion had me bump into a fan on the way back (on foot) from the grocery store. That wouldn't be so bad...
Come to the grace of heaven's eternal fantasy.
Got my ticket to see "The Misanthrope" a second time. Laughingly crafted a solid solution to the question we were exploring in PHIL101 . Almost fell asleep if not for the occasional unavoidable annoying of the professor's voice in Auditory Physics.
Will leave that English summary to finish up in the half hour I'll have between COMS100 and English tomorrow. Practiced my speech about half a dozen times with notecards over the last 8 hours, so I'm hopeful the possibility of embarrasingly failing is low. 11 notecards... they made sense to me over the course of the day. It's not the end of the world if I fail, though--I /was/ undeniably an antisocial for my first 16 years on this Earth.
My urge to write and create has been rising, but I was damned tired today, and now the roommate is back so quiet will be again harder to find. But I had the best sleep I've had this semester two nights ago, and I had the best exploration of thought I've had last night. Last night was, "What if I end up a poet/indie-film maker/comic writer/artist surviving by mailing off thirty random things hoping for about $500 a month from magazines?" Conclusion had me bump into a fan on the way back (on foot) from the grocery store. That wouldn't be so bad...
Come to the grace of heaven's eternal fantasy.
posted by SJ at 2/08/2005 10:06:00 PM
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