There once was a man from Nantucket
Journal Entry: Sat Mar 10, 2007, 8:24 AM
I've been busy with school again, but soon I'll have a break. Yay! Only 8 more classes and then I graduate. What will I do then? Who knows. Or, who knows? Maybe you know...and you're just not telling me?! How rude you are. Don't I have a right to know about my own future? Oh, you don't know? Well, that's different.
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In a couple weeks Megs will be visiting me. I do enjoy a good Visitation. However, I'm no Elizabeth and she's no Mary, but we could have been in another life. Megan's visit is just about the only thing that's getting me through the next two weeks of papers, reading, cleaning, paperwork, taxes, loan papers, immigration, etc. It's a long list. I probably won't do half of it anyways, but it's still there, following me, waiting for me to trip so it can drag me off into its cave.
Meanwhile life is a bit hard. No, not hard, rigid. While there are an infinite number of possibilities for my life, I'm still stuck between the same two points. Does anyone else ever find this feeling frustrating? I do. Not always, but lately yes. Don’t worry, I’m still having fun and laughing and doing all the silly things that I normally do, it’s just that at the moment I’m the ballerina with bags of birdshot hanging from my sides and I’m wearing a mask that invokes plainness. Where is Harrison? He’s probably already been shot.
I’m feeling excessively creative. I think it’s from all the time I’ve had to walk around in my mind, except I haven’t had the “time” to really do anything about it. I started a drawing a while ago; I’m still working on it. I’m still writing things on pieces of scrap paper and then sticking them in a dark nook. Such a bad habit. I figure mid-April everything will be running smoothly again. I’ve already started stockpiling grease. Hmm, I’m hungry now. Food is the best reality check.
- Mood:
Apprehensive - Listening to: myself
- Reading: Cymbeline, Le Mur, Human Sacrifice Made Easy
- Watching: myself
- Playing: myself
- Eating: breakfast...maybe french toast!
- Drinking: coffee, immense amounts of coffee
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me encanta poder sentarme y osbservar, escuchar, sentir, y oler tus aromas [link]
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me encanta poder sentarme y osbservar, escuchar, sentir, y oler tus aromas [link]
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me encanta poder sentarme y osbservar, escuchar, sentir, y oler tus aromas [link]
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The only man the FBI, the RIAA, and INTERPOL have a running bet on who will bust him first.
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In memory of Rita Gay Beserra. She was a good mother. 1960-2007
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