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.

 
I worked myself into a frenzy of trying to read too much, too fast, so I am chewing the end of another pack of bubble gum and drinking aspartame-overly-sweetened-lime soda, preparing to take a much needed shower.... well, in the process of all of this, I read over my blog from last May. My life was a lot sexier then and in retrospect, I still regard last Spring as one of my more academic semesters. I'd recommend it if you want an exciting read.

nothing like flat out self promotion. Oh, I've decided to apply to Brown and their new PhD in modern media and culture - how about that Krick, we can share the car in Providence! If this ended up happenning, watch our parents move to Providence so they can see us every single day rather than just every weekend. Speaking of mothers, mine thinks I am dead, I am certain. I've spoken to her for less than 20 minutes in three weeks. Most people continue to speak to their mothers beyond the grave with more sustained frequency than that.

**Some people call today Veteran's Day: those people are lazy bitches who don't feel like delivering mail.
posted by lmjasinski at 8:18 PM