Let's follow him
This morning I was finally reminded of the sordid malice that so entrapped me weekly last year back in trash hall. A string of the lowest luck took a toll on my poor sanity, and my smile must have looked brilliantly sadistic.
First, well, I got about 2 hours of sleep. Seeing how I took some Benedril for the first time this month before attempting sleep routine (which is supposed to make one drowsy), it didn't make much sense. The showers, of course, were cold by the time I got to them 15 minutes later than I planned. One happy note: I did finish the Philosophy homework that I left for myself, though to the background noises of Roommate+Girlfriend at, that's right, 8:30 in the morning. But, of course, I rushed out of my room, checked my coat pockets for my gloves, and realized one of them was missing.
I had made it to the staircase by the time I checked my pants pocket for my keys--and that's where it really added up. I left my fucking keys in my room, and I didn't know if my other glove (one of a pair I got for Christmas) had fallen out after I left my room or not. Roommate left with girlfriend about five minutes before me, of course. So I began walking to Intro Stats recitation about 10 minutes late.
When a bus stopped a few steps ahead of me about a third of the way to my destination, I thought, "ah, finally, a little luck!" I hurried my steps and tried the door and the bus started driving off. The bus was full, but not overly full--I could've gotten on if the bastard driver didn't lock the door on me. That's when my smile appeared--I saluted the bus and flicked everyone off.
And then, crossing the street I should've been rushing down via bus, a car very nearly turned right into me.
Bad luck calmed down some after that... though my exhaustion from lack of sleep took its due toll on me in Philosophy. I had a good lunch, but came back to my residence tower knowing I was going to be charged $20 to get back into my room. I slept instead of studying for my Auditory Physics exam--though some questions might be weighed a little differently, it looked like I got a 68% on that. The only actual saving grace of the entire day (and even this was with more flaws than should have been) was seeing The Misanthrope a second time.
Two cell phones went off during the performance tonight. The group of kids to my left kept checking their LCD-lit watches. It was disgusting how few people appeared to be honestly enjoying the performance as art more than mere entertainment--how few people understood the dialogue as genius instead of general comedy. But, on stage, the performance was exceptional. The first act a little less than Friday, but the ending done a little better. There is a 15% chance I'll be seeing it again (though probably in even worse seats) with Frigo on Saturday--the last performance.
The ending is so exceptionally delivered--the last scene introduces nearly every character named in the play in some way and finishes everyone's stories perfectly. Look for the text and read it if there's no chance you can make it to DeKalb on Saturday--it's the one thing I've seen that stars a character I think truly captures the essence of the character I've been trying to make for myself all these years, the character people slowly began seeing me as at the end of Senior year--the self I am slowly rebuilding in my new home.
Tomorrow, academically, should be a breeze compared to the last two days--especially if I get more than 2 hours of sleep.
First, well, I got about 2 hours of sleep. Seeing how I took some Benedril for the first time this month before attempting sleep routine (which is supposed to make one drowsy), it didn't make much sense. The showers, of course, were cold by the time I got to them 15 minutes later than I planned. One happy note: I did finish the Philosophy homework that I left for myself, though to the background noises of Roommate+Girlfriend at, that's right, 8:30 in the morning. But, of course, I rushed out of my room, checked my coat pockets for my gloves, and realized one of them was missing.
I had made it to the staircase by the time I checked my pants pocket for my keys--and that's where it really added up. I left my fucking keys in my room, and I didn't know if my other glove (one of a pair I got for Christmas) had fallen out after I left my room or not. Roommate left with girlfriend about five minutes before me, of course. So I began walking to Intro Stats recitation about 10 minutes late.
When a bus stopped a few steps ahead of me about a third of the way to my destination, I thought, "ah, finally, a little luck!" I hurried my steps and tried the door and the bus started driving off. The bus was full, but not overly full--I could've gotten on if the bastard driver didn't lock the door on me. That's when my smile appeared--I saluted the bus and flicked everyone off.
And then, crossing the street I should've been rushing down via bus, a car very nearly turned right into me.
Bad luck calmed down some after that... though my exhaustion from lack of sleep took its due toll on me in Philosophy. I had a good lunch, but came back to my residence tower knowing I was going to be charged $20 to get back into my room. I slept instead of studying for my Auditory Physics exam--though some questions might be weighed a little differently, it looked like I got a 68% on that. The only actual saving grace of the entire day (and even this was with more flaws than should have been) was seeing The Misanthrope a second time.
Two cell phones went off during the performance tonight. The group of kids to my left kept checking their LCD-lit watches. It was disgusting how few people appeared to be honestly enjoying the performance as art more than mere entertainment--how few people understood the dialogue as genius instead of general comedy. But, on stage, the performance was exceptional. The first act a little less than Friday, but the ending done a little better. There is a 15% chance I'll be seeing it again (though probably in even worse seats) with Frigo on Saturday--the last performance.
The ending is so exceptionally delivered--the last scene introduces nearly every character named in the play in some way and finishes everyone's stories perfectly. Look for the text and read it if there's no chance you can make it to DeKalb on Saturday--it's the one thing I've seen that stars a character I think truly captures the essence of the character I've been trying to make for myself all these years, the character people slowly began seeing me as at the end of Senior year--the self I am slowly rebuilding in my new home.
Tomorrow, academically, should be a breeze compared to the last two days--especially if I get more than 2 hours of sleep.
posted by SJ at 2/10/2005 11:01:00 PM
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