i am so into wolf parade right now. i hadn't give them a listen since grade twelve but it's so magical once again.
i had the worst sleep ever and dreams that perplex me even still. it's really hard to focus on the task at hand, which is studying for horrible exams, of course! i have made it halfway through my anglo-saxon notes but i can barely figure out which aethelred or which edward they are talking about. the english, man, they are the WORST for names. i am twitchy and hyper and maybe having yet another tea this morning is probably a bad idea. blueberries are not a satisfying meal at all at all at all. poetry! i have been meaning to put it up and collect them up and bind them up tight. the one someone will figure out for sure. i am easy to figure out, i think anyway. but to you, oh to you, i am a mystery. the biggest mystery right now. even more mysterious is why i am getting so many phonecalls on a new number. weren't you a fax number before? postmodern, mhmm. stream of consciousness. this is what my brain is doing right now. i wish i had laundry. that would soothe me something fierce. i could learn to sew. i have some leggings that need to be sewn up. sewn up tight, shut up tight. are you saying a whole lot without actually saying anything at all? i don't know. i think so. i took the first step. the second step, well, that's a whole different kind of game, now isn't it? why should i think about this when i have important academic things to think about? forceps in colonial america, abolitionists, cultural renaissance in england thanks to a dude named alfred, production proposals. my dream cast. i wish it were a reality. it would make for one epic play.
to do list after ALL assignments are finished:
- make present
- clean room from top to bottom
- read something, ANYTHING. how about dracula? you really could have finished that in the summer, sarah.
- memorize monologue (FR!NGE in january!) am i just plugging this? YOU BETCHA.
- download these:
mumford and sons
vampire weekend
jaydiohead
fantastic mr. fox OST
beach boys
the grey album
devendra banhart
the cribs
it's time for lunch and to take my mind off of this stupid stupidness. it's not stupid at all at all at all.
