It occurs to me that 3/4ths of my journal has been friends-only as of late. There's been lots of angst. Breakup angst, paper angst, angst in general. Therefore, this is my recent life: the surface events version.
1. Halfway through senior sem. It is eating my brain. 15 more pages to go.
2. I've had two performances a week for the last few weeks. Tonight was the most recent. They are eating up my time.
3. I saw Closer last night. It ripped out my heart. I don't think I've recovered yet.
4. I saw Sin City yesterday. I liked it just fine. It made me squirm.
5. Dear self, do not forget to file taxes!
6. Conversely, forget to file taxes so the government can jail me, and I won't have to live at home this summer.
7. Stir fry is good. As are strawberry empanadas. And chai tea. And guava juice. I digress.
8. I have a voice lesson in a few hours. Kyle is going to kick my ever-loving ass.
9. I have been in a funky mood all day. I've been thinking and overthinking. I should not do that and simply be.
10. I've caught up with Veronica Mars. Heather has successfully hooked me. I don't quite get the Logan woobie-age, but I like the show just fine.
11. My room smells so sweetly of stargazer lilies-- it's so comforting.
12. I need to settle down with Moulin Rouge and have myself a good, cathartic whinge.
13. Dear Anna: No More Fucktards!
14. I will never tire of Francesca Lia Block's writing.
15. I've acquired the UK version of Waking The Moon and am busy comparing it to the US version. 100 extra pages. I'm in fangirl heaven.
16. Lord help me, I'm writing poetry again. Duck and cover, y'all.
17. I've got to get on being all presidential as far as LIT goes. I've done inductions, but I've got a meeting at which to be all presidential, and then an English Major dinner to plan. Thank the good lord that the English dept. professors seem to like me a lot.
18. Dear self, post a link to Yara.
19. Dear people who may be interested: Madrigals performance, probably about 7pm, on Wednesday, April 27.
20. I get to sing a version of Psalm 150 with one of my choirs at Ellie Weisel's honorary doctorate ceremony next week. How neat is that?
Now, wasn't that vapid?
I should go to bed. This is not the time for me to lapse into my old insomniac ways.
1. Halfway through senior sem. It is eating my brain. 15 more pages to go.
2. I've had two performances a week for the last few weeks. Tonight was the most recent. They are eating up my time.
3. I saw Closer last night. It ripped out my heart. I don't think I've recovered yet.
4. I saw Sin City yesterday. I liked it just fine. It made me squirm.
5. Dear self, do not forget to file taxes!
6. Conversely, forget to file taxes so the government can jail me, and I won't have to live at home this summer.
7. Stir fry is good. As are strawberry empanadas. And chai tea. And guava juice. I digress.
8. I have a voice lesson in a few hours. Kyle is going to kick my ever-loving ass.
9. I have been in a funky mood all day. I've been thinking and overthinking. I should not do that and simply be.
10. I've caught up with Veronica Mars. Heather has successfully hooked me. I don't quite get the Logan woobie-age, but I like the show just fine.
11. My room smells so sweetly of stargazer lilies-- it's so comforting.
12. I need to settle down with Moulin Rouge and have myself a good, cathartic whinge.
13. Dear Anna: No More Fucktards!
14. I will never tire of Francesca Lia Block's writing.
15. I've acquired the UK version of Waking The Moon and am busy comparing it to the US version. 100 extra pages. I'm in fangirl heaven.
16. Lord help me, I'm writing poetry again. Duck and cover, y'all.
17. I've got to get on being all presidential as far as LIT goes. I've done inductions, but I've got a meeting at which to be all presidential, and then an English Major dinner to plan. Thank the good lord that the English dept. professors seem to like me a lot.
18. Dear self, post a link to Yara.
19. Dear people who may be interested: Madrigals performance, probably about 7pm, on Wednesday, April 27.
20. I get to sing a version of Psalm 150 with one of my choirs at Ellie Weisel's honorary doctorate ceremony next week. How neat is that?
Now, wasn't that vapid?
I should go to bed. This is not the time for me to lapse into my old insomniac ways.
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