Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
The beginning of the end

Thus marks the beginning of the end - classes start tomorrow for my last semester of my last year at Midd. Exhausted from the drama that always insues from finishing an entire large bottle of Bombay Sapphire in a single evening (no matter how many people have an elderberry-stained hand in it). Just craziness and comforts of so many good people back in town. Visiting local establishments - from the best sandwich place in town, to the closing Ames (read this as Am-ses'), to the final night of the season for A&W greasy food and root beer brought to your car by a waitress on rollerblades. I am all settled in, Jack was in town last night for the inagural party in my new abode, and surprise surprise Justin came by for a bit tonight as Liz was passing through town en route back to Oregon by the end of the week. Set up my new fancy Italian coffeemaker with the timer to go off bright and early tomorrow as I am accopanying Nathan to his early morning Andres architecture class - the most eloquent professor, ever. I am really exausted after the party and the constant going going without a real direction. Purchased a very full box of books today - it doesn't seem like it's going to be the breeze of a last semester that I deserve at this point... ah well, I might as well get some rest and get to bed early on the one night this semester when I don't have any homework...
posted by lmjasinski at 11:29 PM