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.

 
tears are so in order...

I just wrote a damn good blog entry to tide you all over until I get back from Madison. I spent an hour talking about my trip, life, and a hefty critique about tonight's subpar discotheque. I am tired, I haven't packed a damn thing, and I am so underprepared to leave tomorrow. No more from this one, you've gotten all the blood you are going to get from this stone. I am disgruntled and going to bed, pissed off.

Okay, it appeared, read below. Just so this never happens again, I am going to write my entries in word and then paste them into blogger from now on. I also get to use the spellchecker this way. That was a scare!

Since I won't be around to celebrate it - on the 4th have an anniversary shot for me and one year of gazing.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:41 PM