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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. Re-runs & History Reads, Consumables, Pastimes & Institutions ![]() "The story of your life is not your life, it's your story" -- John Barth ![]() |
Thursday, December 19, 2002
Lazy, lazy. The sad thing is, I haven't been lazy at all. Ironically, when you are out doing things, things that would ultimately make your blog more interesting, that's when you avoid sitting down and blogging. I've put some time into my debate blog today, so read that if you are itchin' for a fix. Watching TV, took my sister to the dentist, finishing my Christmas shopping, tomorrow is the much-awaited and long-overdue hair appointment. Good-bye roots and scraggliness (can I just say that word exudes gross and unkempt)! Tonight I aim finally sitting down to work on my Nelson paper. Oh man, I am so screwed. This won't be done by 12/21, but I should dive in and stop procrastinating. Sorry, dear readers, I need to get on that. |