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've had it.

Signals that it's jterm - you are the only person in Voter at 11:30pm - everyone, and I do mean everyone, else is off and drunk or sledding or sexin'. The winter seems to have cranked up everyone's irritability scale, debate began in a screaming match about people being prompt or showing up and taking responsibility (oddly enough, these complaints were not made by Dan or myself - the two people who could most legitimately voice these complaints), and now it's late, I am tired and cold, and still waiting for people to make up their minds about the weekend. I should pack, I know that Nathan wants to "hang out" on what he refers to as the last night we'll ever spend together, and tomorrow I have a laundry list of errands to do before meeting my video class (to do a trial run of the installation) and then leave for Canada at 1pm. I am not feeling super patient either and I think that graduation couldn't come at a better time. I hope this is a good weekend, not only do I need one, I feel like I deserve it. 8 days left.
posted by lmjasinski at 10:40 PM