["come out from behind your eyes little girl,
outside isn't all grey skies
the light is meant to rap at your window with stones"
this is what they say, and i beg to disagree
i'll have no part of yours--got my own reality
i'll sleep like i have, while you parade with torches
blazing brighter than the high noon sun
on the sticky day when contempt came to play ]
outside isn't all grey skies
the light is meant to rap at your window with stones"
this is what they say, and i beg to disagree
i'll have no part of yours--got my own reality
i'll sleep like i have, while you parade with torches
blazing brighter than the high noon sun
on the sticky day when contempt came to play ]
- 12/04
My writing has gotten so shitty lately, but hey, at least I have felt like writing again.
My writing has gotten so shitty lately, but hey, at least I have felt like writing again.
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I find it kind of funny how the nights here got warmer, and then colder again.
Now, the energy is just the frenzied, electric anticipation to get this semester over with--if it is cold, i cannot feel it. I spent my first few weeks here feeling like I was walking in a haze, and fell deeper and deeper into it before succumbing completely; I'm glad for this. I think you have to be completely submerged and practically drowning before you can wake up and fully realize the extent to which you're under: and this is merely tepid bathwater. I am resurfacing now, I am falling back into old habits and it's not a bad thing: synthesis is the key.
Finals are coming up. They are inducing lazyness instead of the intended call to attention. I am not overwhelmed or unmotivated: I've handled workloads far greater than this. Maybe that's why I can't focus, oddly enough. I'm always so bent on doing work I care about the right way, but focus evades me and procrastination completely consumes me. I can forsee a few all-nighters the very near future.
I am in such a piss poor mood lately. I've been listening to a lot of old spring awakening workshop stuff, so it probably has to do with my feeling nostalgic. Atop that, I've been rocking out to voxtrot, and bloc party all day.
I find it kind of funny how the nights here got warmer, and then colder again.
Now, the energy is just the frenzied, electric anticipation to get this semester over with--if it is cold, i cannot feel it. I spent my first few weeks here feeling like I was walking in a haze, and fell deeper and deeper into it before succumbing completely; I'm glad for this. I think you have to be completely submerged and practically drowning before you can wake up and fully realize the extent to which you're under: and this is merely tepid bathwater. I am resurfacing now, I am falling back into old habits and it's not a bad thing: synthesis is the key.
Finals are coming up. They are inducing lazyness instead of the intended call to attention. I am not overwhelmed or unmotivated: I've handled workloads far greater than this. Maybe that's why I can't focus, oddly enough. I'm always so bent on doing work I care about the right way, but focus evades me and procrastination completely consumes me. I can forsee a few all-nighters the very near future.
I am in such a piss poor mood lately. I've been listening to a lot of old spring awakening workshop stuff, so it probably has to do with my feeling nostalgic. Atop that, I've been rocking out to voxtrot, and bloc party all day.
That is all.
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