It is such a beautiful day out there! I can hear the shouts of glee and laughter over in Murphey park... and I have to go to the mall. Granted, it will be a fun adventure to analyze the portrayal of race, gender, sex and body image, but I could be outside playing catch.
I really want to play catch.
Today is Thursday, but really it's a Friday, because we don't have school tomorrow, and LAUREN is coming tonight. I am really excited to see her again, and it means that we get to live up City Life in the fullest... Even if that means going to Too Much Love to be bombarded by smells and creepers. Heh.
Tomorrow morning I have a job interview, and I SHOULD spend the rest of the weekend getting things done, but I say that every Friday.
Faye and company sent me jelly beans and ladybug shaped chocolates. They are SO cool. :) My family. And the chocolates.
Maybe Claire can visit this summer...
I have been really happy lately, and other than that I really don't have much to report. Hail Weekend!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Fever!
I got a fever! (harmon mute) buh dum buh daaah DAHT!
(My attempt to express Gospel Praise...)
The fever I have is of the Spring variety.
I am in such a manic great mood, it's kind of worrisome.
Finally, the sun is out!
My window is open, the blind drawn up, my little Jade plan sitting happily in the light...
:)
I gave a residence hall tour today for Sneak Preview. I don't get to do one tomorrow, and that makes me sad... I got to see inside of Oren! Wow. My mind is blown. SO PRETTY! ... High Ceilings and automatic lights. I need to make a friend who lives there.
Accepting applications...
I frolicked back from OGC, hugged two trees, and then checked to see if I could see through my window from Murphey Park. I couldn't. All is well.
I saw Anna at OGC too, and she needed a room mate for summer, so I said she could live with Marrta, Kathleen and me. It should be cool. Tonight we are getting together to discuss housing, and then we are finalizing it all tomorrow. ! WOAH!
One of the Non-Profit Org Jobs that I applied for emailed me back, and told me to call.
My phone is still at Hamline.
We need to write a paper tonight too, but until then, Iam going to stay here in Paul's sweatpants rocking out to Death Cab for Cutie (which really is as cool as everyone says.) Hooray!
(My attempt to express Gospel Praise...)
The fever I have is of the Spring variety.
I am in such a manic great mood, it's kind of worrisome.
Finally, the sun is out!
My window is open, the blind drawn up, my little Jade plan sitting happily in the light...
:)
I gave a residence hall tour today for Sneak Preview. I don't get to do one tomorrow, and that makes me sad... I got to see inside of Oren! Wow. My mind is blown. SO PRETTY! ... High Ceilings and automatic lights. I need to make a friend who lives there.
Accepting applications...
I frolicked back from OGC, hugged two trees, and then checked to see if I could see through my window from Murphey Park. I couldn't. All is well.
I saw Anna at OGC too, and she needed a room mate for summer, so I said she could live with Marrta, Kathleen and me. It should be cool. Tonight we are getting together to discuss housing, and then we are finalizing it all tomorrow. ! WOAH!
One of the Non-Profit Org Jobs that I applied for emailed me back, and told me to call.
My phone is still at Hamline.
We need to write a paper tonight too, but until then, Iam going to stay here in Paul's sweatpants rocking out to Death Cab for Cutie (which really is as cool as everyone says.) Hooray!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Workin' for the Man
I spent two hours at the Mall of America today. After arriving via light rail, I went to Panda Express to feed myself, because I knew that the task at hand would not be handled well on an empty stomach... Then I embarked.
I started on the 3rd floor, hitting Bubba Gump's, Kokomos, and the other sit down eateries, from there I worked my way all the way down to the first floor, finally hitting Barnes and Noble. The application to the Rainforest Cafe had to be done in the store, so I had to sit at the bar to fill it out. There was some information I didn't know... so I just gave it to them as it was. They will call me... If I worked there, I would have to deal with a lot of children. Children and restaurants don't really mesh.
The ones I am really hoping for are Bubba Gumps, Famous Daves, Tucci Balucci (?) or Kokomos, but I also applied to the Napa Valley something or other, where I will have to take a quiz testing my knowledge of margaritas, and Twin City Grill, which was also dark and foreboding. There's a chance that no one will call me back... and then? Tough Titties.
On Friday night, I went home with Marrta after the Wild pep band. We ate, slept, and woke up to go to breakfast with her family. Then, after I got back to Augsburg, I met up with Anna and her mom to go to the track meet at Hamline. I texted Visser saying, "WOAH! I am at Hamline!" and she told me that she and Aubrey were going back to Ogilvie to see the play, and that I could come with! So after the meet, I met up with Visser and Aubrey and got in the car to go HOME! I got to go home after all. I got to see the play!
Ms. Swenson Directed it, even though she claimed that Annie Get Your Gun was her last show... 3 years ago. This year it was Joseph and the Amazing Technicolored Dreamcoat. I could tell that she directed, and that she got a huge kick out of it. Of course it was just a high school musical; no one dared get TOO into it else they look dumb. In other words, it could have been much better. The show itself was really fun, with bright awesome colors, and silly songs. Alex Carda played a rockin' pharaoh, and the little pit band will grow up to do great things now that the trifecta of geekdom has gone away (Lily, Sara, Nicole.)
And... Dare I mention it? Dare I be bold and admit to having a crush? Yes. I so dare.
The lead (who happened to be prancing around half naked for the majority of the show wearing a wavy brown wig) was the boy who's charm captivated my interests to a painful degree for at least three months of my Senior year. Pretty much all of the Musical until I met Josh... It didn't help to see him now, as I am reminded WHY he so captivated me... *sigh...
I am a tough girl. I will get through this trying time...
Otherwise, it was great to get home, and see some old friends and teachers. It was also beneficial for me to reconnect with the earth and my parents. Going home this time solidified my decision to stay on campus over the summer. I have out grown my Ogilvie home, but it will still be there whenever I need it.
But, because that decision is final, I will NEED a job no matter what. Hence my mall trick-or-treating extravaganza this afternoon. Wish me luck.
I started on the 3rd floor, hitting Bubba Gump's, Kokomos, and the other sit down eateries, from there I worked my way all the way down to the first floor, finally hitting Barnes and Noble. The application to the Rainforest Cafe had to be done in the store, so I had to sit at the bar to fill it out. There was some information I didn't know... so I just gave it to them as it was. They will call me... If I worked there, I would have to deal with a lot of children. Children and restaurants don't really mesh.
The ones I am really hoping for are Bubba Gumps, Famous Daves, Tucci Balucci (?) or Kokomos, but I also applied to the Napa Valley something or other, where I will have to take a quiz testing my knowledge of margaritas, and Twin City Grill, which was also dark and foreboding. There's a chance that no one will call me back... and then? Tough Titties.
On Friday night, I went home with Marrta after the Wild pep band. We ate, slept, and woke up to go to breakfast with her family. Then, after I got back to Augsburg, I met up with Anna and her mom to go to the track meet at Hamline. I texted Visser saying, "WOAH! I am at Hamline!" and she told me that she and Aubrey were going back to Ogilvie to see the play, and that I could come with! So after the meet, I met up with Visser and Aubrey and got in the car to go HOME! I got to go home after all. I got to see the play!
Ms. Swenson Directed it, even though she claimed that Annie Get Your Gun was her last show... 3 years ago. This year it was Joseph and the Amazing Technicolored Dreamcoat. I could tell that she directed, and that she got a huge kick out of it. Of course it was just a high school musical; no one dared get TOO into it else they look dumb. In other words, it could have been much better. The show itself was really fun, with bright awesome colors, and silly songs. Alex Carda played a rockin' pharaoh, and the little pit band will grow up to do great things now that the trifecta of geekdom has gone away (Lily, Sara, Nicole.)
And... Dare I mention it? Dare I be bold and admit to having a crush? Yes. I so dare.
The lead (who happened to be prancing around half naked for the majority of the show wearing a wavy brown wig) was the boy who's charm captivated my interests to a painful degree for at least three months of my Senior year. Pretty much all of the Musical until I met Josh... It didn't help to see him now, as I am reminded WHY he so captivated me... *sigh...
I am a tough girl. I will get through this trying time...
Otherwise, it was great to get home, and see some old friends and teachers. It was also beneficial for me to reconnect with the earth and my parents. Going home this time solidified my decision to stay on campus over the summer. I have out grown my Ogilvie home, but it will still be there whenever I need it.
But, because that decision is final, I will NEED a job no matter what. Hence my mall trick-or-treating extravaganza this afternoon. Wish me luck.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Gray areas of lifetimes
All of this responsible adult-ness is starting to get to me...
I mean really... Taxes? Insurance? Finding Employment? Not going home for the summer?
It's a lot to take in, and I am growing more and more apprehensive each day. Less and less like the kid I feel I should still be. Independence.
All my life people have described me as an independent person, and I guess I always have been... BUT... I have never had to actually use it.
Now that I am staying here over the summer I really am what I own.
Only one month left in Urness... this is it. I've been here 7 months. Seven solid months of my life have been centered around the room that I am sitting in right now.
I am going to miss my view of Murphey Park.
Ugh... I don't want to think about this much anymore.
I am going to miss Kanebec County. I am going to miss the gravel roads, that when I visit will still be there, but won't be the setting of my narrative anymore. They won't be mine. I am going to miss the woods between the house and the shop. I am going to miss each tree I pass on the trail. I will miss the old trailer, and the yard with the trees I used to climb in. The picnic table. The lilac bush that was planted when I came home from the hospital. The radio station with its smell, and sounds. The studio where I have shared joy, and shed tears. My family and pets. The people who have always been there.
This is what I think about, and start doubting... but I will make the right decision. I know that is true... and I know that that decision is to stay...
But I don't want to grow up. I don't want to finish this chapter. At first I thought that High School Graduation was the end of an era; the closing of Act One; the final page... but I see now that it wasn't. I can look at it like a historian, like Adamo's lecture, "Modern or Medieval?"
What distinguishes the line between child and teenager? Can I block it off and say, "Childhood: C. 1990-2003 Adolescence: 2003-2008, Adulthood: 2008-." No... it can't be defined. Did I become a teenager when I hit puberty? When I turned 13? When I started 9th grade? After the first Marching Band practice? Was adulthood defined by my 18th birthday as it is legally? Was it after the State Speech tournament? Was it Josh? Was it after the last parade? The first day in my dorm? The first day of class? Was it filing my taxes? Or will it be summer?
I wish it was defined so I could have prepared better.
I mean really... Taxes? Insurance? Finding Employment? Not going home for the summer?
It's a lot to take in, and I am growing more and more apprehensive each day. Less and less like the kid I feel I should still be. Independence.
All my life people have described me as an independent person, and I guess I always have been... BUT... I have never had to actually use it.
Now that I am staying here over the summer I really am what I own.
Only one month left in Urness... this is it. I've been here 7 months. Seven solid months of my life have been centered around the room that I am sitting in right now.
I am going to miss my view of Murphey Park.
Ugh... I don't want to think about this much anymore.
I am going to miss Kanebec County. I am going to miss the gravel roads, that when I visit will still be there, but won't be the setting of my narrative anymore. They won't be mine. I am going to miss the woods between the house and the shop. I am going to miss each tree I pass on the trail. I will miss the old trailer, and the yard with the trees I used to climb in. The picnic table. The lilac bush that was planted when I came home from the hospital. The radio station with its smell, and sounds. The studio where I have shared joy, and shed tears. My family and pets. The people who have always been there.
This is what I think about, and start doubting... but I will make the right decision. I know that is true... and I know that that decision is to stay...
But I don't want to grow up. I don't want to finish this chapter. At first I thought that High School Graduation was the end of an era; the closing of Act One; the final page... but I see now that it wasn't. I can look at it like a historian, like Adamo's lecture, "Modern or Medieval?"
What distinguishes the line between child and teenager? Can I block it off and say, "Childhood: C. 1990-2003 Adolescence: 2003-2008, Adulthood: 2008-." No... it can't be defined. Did I become a teenager when I hit puberty? When I turned 13? When I started 9th grade? After the first Marching Band practice? Was adulthood defined by my 18th birthday as it is legally? Was it after the State Speech tournament? Was it Josh? Was it after the last parade? The first day in my dorm? The first day of class? Was it filing my taxes? Or will it be summer?
I wish it was defined so I could have prepared better.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Hi!... How are you?
I am growing irked with this question. It's a down side of going to a college where you know everyone. When you are walking to class, and you feel like shit because everything sucks, and a friend of yours in passing greets you with, "How are you?" the automatic default reply is, "Pretty good!" Often accompanied with a smile... even though it's all a lie.
Of course, it would be very inappropriate to respond with, "FML" "Awful" "Depressed" or "Lousy"... or even, "Meh" because all of those responses require an explanation... which I guess is exactly what you WANT to give... but you can't because the asker of the question is on their way to do something else and really don't want to be bombarded with your issues...
"Hey Lily! How are you?"
"Pretty bummed, though I am starting to feel a little better."
"Oh, that's too bad. I am glad you are feeling better. What's up?"
"Well, I am just pretty stressed, and overwhelmed with everything that is going to happen in the next four weeks. Not to mention what's going to happen AFTER that. I don't know if I should stay here, work, and live in Mort while possibly getting a swanky waitressing job, or if I should go home to Ogilvie where I can recouperate for three months, work some low pressure jobs and read books, but risk getting terribly lonely. I mean, I WANT to go home because I miss my family, and I need the time to relax... but I could do that in a week... Three months? I'll go crazy! But if I stay here, I won't have SUMMER in the sense that I am used to... I'll have Minneapolis, but none of the fun and family that I think I need... And I think I would still end up being lonely... shit... I am lonely NOW and I am surrounded with people. Suddenly I am disillusioned with all the prospects of college, and new people, and I find myself isolated and alone. Plus, I don't like putting myself out there because that is really draining, and oftentimes feel violated afterwards... but if I don't then I kick myself for letting possible friendships float past... And, I'll deny ever saying this, but I think I want a boyfriend... or just SOMEONE that I can be close to. Ugh. Now I have papers to write, passive voices to kill, laundry to do, Women's Studies to read, minutes to type, court cases to plan, with a day that won't be done until at least midnight, and fatigue that has been eating me since I woke up... What should I do?"
"Well, I think you should listen to the Shins, drink some Sobe, take a deep breath and start plugging. It's like your Mom said, 'you stay up all night playing DnD, you should have no problem staying up to get things done. Buckle down and get on it!'"
So that's what I'm doing. I just drank HALF a can of Sobe. Hopefully that will give me enough power to get a paper done, without the side effects that include 3am sobbing and leg shaving. Sweet Sweet elixer of life.
Earlier when I was tired I pretended it was because I went to a mid-night showing of a good movie the night before. That's one of my FAVORITE feelings. I felt the exhaustion throughout my body, but I accepted that I had to embrace it rather than fight it... it worked.
I also just dug myself out of my desk, and that really isn't an exaggeration. I couldn't see it... so I took out a cardboard box and started putting books in it, so I could move other things onto my shelves... from there, my desk underwent an entire remodeling. I am glad that I did. It's a proper workspace now. Proper enough. I'll move onto my closet next.
Juve brought my charger back, so I have a phone again. This was a very educational weekend.
And now I am listening to the Death Cab for Cutie album that Kathleen burned for me. It's proving to be very helpful to my mood.
So things aren't too bad. Not one at a time. Right?
Right.
Of course, it would be very inappropriate to respond with, "FML" "Awful" "Depressed" or "Lousy"... or even, "Meh" because all of those responses require an explanation... which I guess is exactly what you WANT to give... but you can't because the asker of the question is on their way to do something else and really don't want to be bombarded with your issues...
"Hey Lily! How are you?"
"Pretty bummed, though I am starting to feel a little better."
"Oh, that's too bad. I am glad you are feeling better. What's up?"
"Well, I am just pretty stressed, and overwhelmed with everything that is going to happen in the next four weeks. Not to mention what's going to happen AFTER that. I don't know if I should stay here, work, and live in Mort while possibly getting a swanky waitressing job, or if I should go home to Ogilvie where I can recouperate for three months, work some low pressure jobs and read books, but risk getting terribly lonely. I mean, I WANT to go home because I miss my family, and I need the time to relax... but I could do that in a week... Three months? I'll go crazy! But if I stay here, I won't have SUMMER in the sense that I am used to... I'll have Minneapolis, but none of the fun and family that I think I need... And I think I would still end up being lonely... shit... I am lonely NOW and I am surrounded with people. Suddenly I am disillusioned with all the prospects of college, and new people, and I find myself isolated and alone. Plus, I don't like putting myself out there because that is really draining, and oftentimes feel violated afterwards... but if I don't then I kick myself for letting possible friendships float past... And, I'll deny ever saying this, but I think I want a boyfriend... or just SOMEONE that I can be close to. Ugh. Now I have papers to write, passive voices to kill, laundry to do, Women's Studies to read, minutes to type, court cases to plan, with a day that won't be done until at least midnight, and fatigue that has been eating me since I woke up... What should I do?"
"Well, I think you should listen to the Shins, drink some Sobe, take a deep breath and start plugging. It's like your Mom said, 'you stay up all night playing DnD, you should have no problem staying up to get things done. Buckle down and get on it!'"
So that's what I'm doing. I just drank HALF a can of Sobe. Hopefully that will give me enough power to get a paper done, without the side effects that include 3am sobbing and leg shaving. Sweet Sweet elixer of life.
Earlier when I was tired I pretended it was because I went to a mid-night showing of a good movie the night before. That's one of my FAVORITE feelings. I felt the exhaustion throughout my body, but I accepted that I had to embrace it rather than fight it... it worked.
I also just dug myself out of my desk, and that really isn't an exaggeration. I couldn't see it... so I took out a cardboard box and started putting books in it, so I could move other things onto my shelves... from there, my desk underwent an entire remodeling. I am glad that I did. It's a proper workspace now. Proper enough. I'll move onto my closet next.
Juve brought my charger back, so I have a phone again. This was a very educational weekend.
And now I am listening to the Death Cab for Cutie album that Kathleen burned for me. It's proving to be very helpful to my mood.
So things aren't too bad. Not one at a time. Right?
Right.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Alone in the now darkened Honors Suite
Bright Side: I finished my paper
Down Side: I drank a whole can of Sobe Adrenaline Rush, am now wired, and the paper wasn't even that good.
So now I am still kind of emo... awake... and scared to walk back to Urness in the dark. Note that this is based on my general fear of the dark, and not Augsburg in particular.
My Caffeine buzz is one that leaves me wide awake and MOTIVATED, but unwilling to actually DO anything.
Hesser Firm worked out our charges tonight. We pretty much rock.
I also went to Hard Times with Student Government. Glad I went, though it was awkward consumer of time.
Before that I had to go to a leadership thing. Yawn.
I am sick of being half-shy.
I decided to share my mosaic. This was one of those chain things that went around on Facebook. I thought it was fun. Top left to right: The Lily is what I got when I typed my name into Google, My favorite food: pesto Raviolli-home made like at Sid's, Ogilvie, My home town. Second row: Favorite color-Red, Movie-Forrest Gump, Drink-Cherry Limeade Third: Dream Vacation: Australia, Dessert: Ice Cream Sundaes, One word to describe myself: Over worked. Fourth: How I felt (at the time): Relaxed, what I love more than anything in the world: Nature What I want to be when I grow up: Lawyer.
The end.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Auggies are Angsty
I feel like I have to fill this text box with,
"Professor So-and-So,
I am very sorry for missing my interview... or... I apologize for completely forgetting to write a paper... please have pity on me.
Thank You for your understanding,
Lily Morris."
Today, I admit was a fruitful one. I sent out many important e-mails like the one above, I paid for some tuition, paid this month's phone bill, mailed my insurance application, and an application to Sportsman's Cafe, sent a card to Amnesty international, finished the Picture of Dorian Gray, called my parents, and remembered to eat vegetables at dinner.
Today was in fact, a good day.
I woke up feeling lousy, because I went to bed feeling lousy. Due to the adverse effects of caffeine and estrogen, I found myself lying awake near midnight after already drawing in my sketchbook, venting to my Mom, and writing in wild cursive with green ink in my journal... I could have blogged then, but I was too tired to pull myself out of bed, and I knew that the blog would not be a happy one.
I almost finished Dorian Gray before Women's Studies, and when I got there, Jenny gave me a mountain Dew... and lamented at not finishing her paper.
What paper?
Women's Studies, it's due today.
Oh.
I drank the Mountain Dew... drowning my suffering... knowing very well that it was caffeine that caused my sorrows the night before.
After class, I stopped by the Cafeteria to meet Kathleen. Now, this will sound unbelievably sappy, but once I talked to her, life felt all right. We then went to an intellectually stimulating writing class.
Letters was canceled, so we went to the bank. I got some other business done and went to Jazz band.
Kevin didn't wait for me at dinner yesterday, so I rebelled and went up with Fred and Marty. By this time I was feeling quite cheerful, and we talked about pro-wrestling and literature... until certain outside factors killed all signs of conversational life.
Since then, I have been diligently working... though I some how only managed to get three essays read, and one paragraph typed. At least I have a plan... and a lot of free time tomorrow...
So, the angst has passed. Again, I am caffeinated, and enthralled with life... but I am going to air my grievances:
*It is springtime... love is in the air... When I am not focusing my energies towards staunch asexuality, I am being bombarded by the romances of others, and ignored by those who I have somehow managed to fancy. (Don't jump to any conclusions!)
*Women's Studies readings that make me feel sorry for their authors... and then make me mad for feeling sorry for them because they're just whining and judging anyway! I am also sick of being attacked by these essays for being white. Curse the whites! They all love to trod upon those they find inferior to themselves! Buh wahahaa! ... I love Women's Studies. I love analyzing social circumstances. I love debating the implications of race and gender, and discussing ways to reach equality... but last night I was in no condition to be defensive.
*I've barely scratched the surface of the Senate notes... FROM TWO WEEKS AGO!
*The buildings are starting to get really, really hot. ... Sticky, warm, hot... the hot that hits you in waves and forces you to peel off layers exposing unacceptable sweat (A completely natural biological function.) When you're not too hot, you're too cold... because you're outside... or because you opened your window to air out your room...
*...THAT SMELLS! Oh how it smells! Foul... dank... like a grizzly bear's den after his long hibernation. I can't escape it... And I am forced to return to that place...
Hamlet's "Sordid sheets" are brought to mind...
... but they're not my sheets... and I am not adulterous...
All that aside, I am feeling full of love. Love that is in no way physical, and attached to the senses, that will fade when the senses die...
... Oscar Wilde my love... forgive me for misquoting you... at least I got the point across.
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
"Professor So-and-So,
I am very sorry for missing my interview... or... I apologize for completely forgetting to write a paper... please have pity on me.
Thank You for your understanding,
Lily Morris."
Today, I admit was a fruitful one. I sent out many important e-mails like the one above, I paid for some tuition, paid this month's phone bill, mailed my insurance application, and an application to Sportsman's Cafe, sent a card to Amnesty international, finished the Picture of Dorian Gray, called my parents, and remembered to eat vegetables at dinner.
Today was in fact, a good day.
I woke up feeling lousy, because I went to bed feeling lousy. Due to the adverse effects of caffeine and estrogen, I found myself lying awake near midnight after already drawing in my sketchbook, venting to my Mom, and writing in wild cursive with green ink in my journal... I could have blogged then, but I was too tired to pull myself out of bed, and I knew that the blog would not be a happy one.
I almost finished Dorian Gray before Women's Studies, and when I got there, Jenny gave me a mountain Dew... and lamented at not finishing her paper.
What paper?
Women's Studies, it's due today.
Oh.
I drank the Mountain Dew... drowning my suffering... knowing very well that it was caffeine that caused my sorrows the night before.
After class, I stopped by the Cafeteria to meet Kathleen. Now, this will sound unbelievably sappy, but once I talked to her, life felt all right. We then went to an intellectually stimulating writing class.
Letters was canceled, so we went to the bank. I got some other business done and went to Jazz band.
Kevin didn't wait for me at dinner yesterday, so I rebelled and went up with Fred and Marty. By this time I was feeling quite cheerful, and we talked about pro-wrestling and literature... until certain outside factors killed all signs of conversational life.
Since then, I have been diligently working... though I some how only managed to get three essays read, and one paragraph typed. At least I have a plan... and a lot of free time tomorrow...
So, the angst has passed. Again, I am caffeinated, and enthralled with life... but I am going to air my grievances:
*It is springtime... love is in the air... When I am not focusing my energies towards staunch asexuality, I am being bombarded by the romances of others, and ignored by those who I have somehow managed to fancy. (Don't jump to any conclusions!)
*Women's Studies readings that make me feel sorry for their authors... and then make me mad for feeling sorry for them because they're just whining and judging anyway! I am also sick of being attacked by these essays for being white. Curse the whites! They all love to trod upon those they find inferior to themselves! Buh wahahaa! ... I love Women's Studies. I love analyzing social circumstances. I love debating the implications of race and gender, and discussing ways to reach equality... but last night I was in no condition to be defensive.
*I've barely scratched the surface of the Senate notes... FROM TWO WEEKS AGO!
*The buildings are starting to get really, really hot. ... Sticky, warm, hot... the hot that hits you in waves and forces you to peel off layers exposing unacceptable sweat (A completely natural biological function.) When you're not too hot, you're too cold... because you're outside... or because you opened your window to air out your room...
*...THAT SMELLS! Oh how it smells! Foul... dank... like a grizzly bear's den after his long hibernation. I can't escape it... And I am forced to return to that place...
Hamlet's "Sordid sheets" are brought to mind...
... but they're not my sheets... and I am not adulterous...
All that aside, I am feeling full of love. Love that is in no way physical, and attached to the senses, that will fade when the senses die...
... Oscar Wilde my love... forgive me for misquoting you... at least I got the point across.
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
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