It's Friday.
It's 65 degrees.
I'm going to drink a caramel macchiato.
I'm going to buy flowers for my sister.
I'm going to go home.
I will listen to good music.
I will take good pictures.
I will eat good food.
It's Friday.
It's 65 degrees.
And I'm in a good mood.
Friday, September 30, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
The hottest Hal
The story is due tomorrow. Seven pages of fictional goodness. I've got two and a half pages of crap. We're counting on a miracle, folks.
So, um, the humongous painting of Harry Waterfield is crooked. I've never wanted to straighten up a wall-hanging this much in my life. And I've never been so scared to do so. If that thing fell off the wall, it would not only kill me and the painting itself, but also about four computers and a student or two. Wouldn't that be lovely?
Speaking of lovely. No class today. That's right. Shakespeare festival is going on. But here's a question. What happened to the Shenandoah Shakespeare people? Is it the same people with a different title? This years it's the Black Friars Stage Company or something like that. Anyway, I'm seeing Richard III today. I think I'd rather see Much Ado About Nothing, which is tomorrow, but I can't. Oh, well.
Would somebody please tell me that all this talk about midterm is a joke?
So, um, the humongous painting of Harry Waterfield is crooked. I've never wanted to straighten up a wall-hanging this much in my life. And I've never been so scared to do so. If that thing fell off the wall, it would not only kill me and the painting itself, but also about four computers and a student or two. Wouldn't that be lovely?
Speaking of lovely. No class today. That's right. Shakespeare festival is going on. But here's a question. What happened to the Shenandoah Shakespeare people? Is it the same people with a different title? This years it's the Black Friars Stage Company or something like that. Anyway, I'm seeing Richard III today. I think I'd rather see Much Ado About Nothing, which is tomorrow, but I can't. Oh, well.
Would somebody please tell me that all this talk about midterm is a joke?
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Here's a thought
My love for Hovie seriously outweighed my common sense when I dialed up ol' RacerTouch to make this semester's schedule.
Why, oh, why did I decide to take intro to fiction?
Why, oh, why did I decide to take intro to fiction?
Numb to good
Self-absorption
Leaves no room for anything else
Hunger for taste
Brings unsatisfaction
When everything's full
Of yourself
Of bread
Bitter and sweet are nothing
But dull
Until I'm empty
I'll be numb to good
Leaves no room for anything else
Hunger for taste
Brings unsatisfaction
When everything's full
Of yourself
Of bread
Bitter and sweet are nothing
But dull
Until I'm empty
I'll be numb to good
Thursday, September 22, 2005
O, what a joyous occasion
Dr. Morgan cancelled world lit. What a welcome break. And no class next Tuesday either -- at all. Yay, for the Shakespeare festival. Just call me Billy Shakes. 
So. It's happened again. There might not even be a chill in the air. But it's September and I know I should be hearing the introductory claps to "Clarity" and a delicious breeze should be coming through open windows. I should be wearing long-sleeved shirts. And I should be reading Narnian tales.
Right now, it's too hot to coerce the season with a hoodie. So I will conjure it. This is a cancelled-class afternoon, which is very indicative of end of the beginning of the semester, meaning summer is gone. Today is, afterall, the autumnal equinox. Here's to a seance of cider-scented candles. And Heavier Things in the background.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)