wait wait wait... so, after years and years of watching will & grace, after the bizarrely identical parallels seemed to reach absurd numbers that led me to believe there was no way that show could continue to surprise me with its acuity... it does it again. HOW does it mirror my life with such creepy precision and temporal accuracy? Its like its speaking to me sometimes, but what is it saying?
i'm not joking, it's outrageous.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Well Swell
Last class of winter quarter today. Time has flown by faster during this term than at any other time of my life. Ever. Whoosh.
I am feeling a lightening, rays of hope piercing my apathetic and inactive bubble of post-Paris depression. Like I have been in an old building during the night after the sunset of Paris... and now as the sun rises once again the beams of orange and yellow are growing, growing, through the cracks of the old boards.
I have so much to do, and soon I will do it. Why not now you ask? (Well, I ask, myself) Excellent question. I defend my lack of immediate endeavour on nothing in particular except the feeling that things are going along like they should and things will happen when they are ready. Odd, but there you have it.
I am getting nappish, though, and I have some assignments and a 20 page rough draft staring me down... ought to work on that before I crumble into sleep.
I am feeling a lightening, rays of hope piercing my apathetic and inactive bubble of post-Paris depression. Like I have been in an old building during the night after the sunset of Paris... and now as the sun rises once again the beams of orange and yellow are growing, growing, through the cracks of the old boards.
I have so much to do, and soon I will do it. Why not now you ask? (Well, I ask, myself) Excellent question. I defend my lack of immediate endeavour on nothing in particular except the feeling that things are going along like they should and things will happen when they are ready. Odd, but there you have it.
I am getting nappish, though, and I have some assignments and a 20 page rough draft staring me down... ought to work on that before I crumble into sleep.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Caffeine Strikes Again
I hate to complain
Ungrateful remorse is unbecoming
A bitter, unwholesome stain
Yet I find myself running
Suspended in space
A frantic gerbil deceived
I’m the blind girl in the library
Gelatin coddles me here
I don’t know the taste of sugar
But I heard about it on the silver screen
A stab in the dark
It hurts like a slap, more resounding
If I blink really fast
The illusion will last
But when I stop to rest
It’s never there
Ungrateful remorse is unbecoming
A bitter, unwholesome stain
Yet I find myself running
Suspended in space
A frantic gerbil deceived
I’m the blind girl in the library
Gelatin coddles me here
I don’t know the taste of sugar
But I heard about it on the silver screen
A stab in the dark
It hurts like a slap, more resounding
If I blink really fast
The illusion will last
But when I stop to rest
It’s never there
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Shakespeare & The Brothers Coen
Someone took the time and made the effort to create this. I feel admiration and concern. And a little joy.
http://www.runleiarun.com/lebowski/
http://www.runleiarun.com/lebowski/
Monday, January 11, 2010
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