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.

 
thank you for piercing me with your sharpness

A rainy Sunday and I have up until this point refused to look at any of my syllabi as to morally allow myself to loaf around, visit with some in-town alums (namely Jack and Aaron) and work off my gin-induced haze from last night. Spent Friday and Saturday at sticky, humid Williams. Williams is an awfully boring and crappy place, I've come to learn. At the same time, my debating is better than ever - it was probably the best I've ever done and Jeremy and I had a lot of fun in the process. It makes me optimistic for the rest of the year and actually getting what I want to get out of the whole experience. The party was **cancelled** or never existed in the first place or something, just the same, Friday night was painfully dry. We managed to get some Busch light... but the night remained painfully dry. Came home, had good Italian food and met a crowd of t-ousands in my room, much fun, two nights' gin ration in one, and gave Dan O'Shea a make-over so he can score with some chick with a BMW SUV. So it's been fun, debaucherie, and already three episodes of Sex and the City under my belt... so life is good, basically. The novices were all pretty good and everyone seemed to have a good time, can't ask for much else. Okay, time to look at the syllabi and hammer the last nail into my coffin.
posted by lmjasinski at 3:30 PM