December 2011
28 posts
winter break =
endlessly sitting online at work because I don’t have any writing or studying to do
worse? yes.
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-12-18) →
Warpaint (26)
Bell X1 (16)
Dirty Projectors (12)
Cass McCombs (11)
The Zombies (11)
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This sentence will ruin/save
No sleep, all work. Last night after a moment of severe insecurity I decided I needed help.
The rest of the night was spent trading historical and linguistic facts with Adam over tea and whiskey while he spent hours editing my sloppy writing before I submitted it finally at 7am this morning. Best night working on final exams and I’m pretty sure I would have been pretty poorly off without...
I guess it wouldn’t be final exams without crying and feeling sick to my stomach. keeping it classy.
I would seriously consider paying someone to come and clean my 3rd floor space today. Too busy with finals and writing, too tired, too messy. My fish are actually frowning at me across the room because I desperately need to clean their bowl out.
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Death before B-
I’ve gotten a total of 8 hours of sleep in the past two days, most of it spent working overnight or being restlessly awake pondering the absolute horror of what my advisor is going to say to me next semester, the look my parents have when they see me every six months on holidays, and the inevitable sick feeling I have about our society at the end of December. I stopped to get coffee before...
better
- Officially over the head cold that just wouldn’t go away
- I’ve started entertaining the idea of looking for a new job, spent some of this evening applying for several positions
- Was (of course) wrong about going out last night and had a great time but spilled red wine all over my boots and probably several other people
“Bother to breathe, call it devotion.”
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-12-4) →
M. Ward (16)
Dirty Projectors (11)
Cass McCombs (4)
Mazzy Star (4)
Peaking Lights (3)
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Listening to Ray LaMontagne, drunk on cough syrup and happy thoughts from the last few days. Carefully cutting and pasting 3x5 images onto index cards to help me memorize what I will eventually forget. My face feels puffy, I have to be awake for another 7 hours. Being sick makes everything ten times more difficult and sad and confusing. I’m not actually sad.
I have a cold, I also have two papers to write and three exams to study for. frown.