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.

 
Tonight is one of those nights where I can post to both blogs and report the same matter. Charades at Yoshi's was more fun that one would expect, Al Gore was actually funny on SNL, the language house parties never change (or at least since my sophomore year), and weird off campus parties on top of O'Brien's are probably left unattended - even if you do get to watch Dan Shea drink out of a bottle of "Carlo Rossa" and fend for your life standing on a fire escape over Otter Creek watching other people smoke marlboro reds and give their best drunken imitations of The Smiths.

All in all, kind of a slow night, only one admission of undying love.
posted by lmjasinski at 1:47 AM