I finally did finish that paper, and with its end comes a relaxing three-day pause between mind-numbing assignments. Three days of intellectual freedom. Oh boy.
by krisis
Archives for 2000
After i died in my dream, my friends could tell when i was near them even though they couldn’t see me. I could tell how well someone knew me by how much they reacted to my presence. I finally did manage to communicate with someone, but i don’t remember who it was. I wish i did.
I’d just like to reaffirm my utter adoration for my two newest daily reads: WockerJabby and Will Pate. Besides both being in possession of great layouts, they’ve both been very intriguing writers in the two days since i’ve been reading them. I can’t wait until i get a free hour or to to delve into their archives!
I think i might kill myself while in Florida. I’ll be without my guitar (i can’t bring it on the flight as a carry-on, and as shitty as it as i still refuse to check it as luggage) and without a computer (visiting a lot of older relatives, no computers that i’m aware of [though i should bring some access numbers to *something* just in case] ). Sure, four days doesn’t sound like much, but you should’ve seen the blind panic i was in on Thanksgiving night when i got online and couldn’t access blogger. Not pretty.
Now that i know what “Brick” is really about i am having a lot of trouble listening to it. It has a totally different quality than the mourning behind Tori’s “Playboy Mommy” or the empowerment behind the regret in Ani’s “Lost Woman Song.” Ben Folds hasn’t got any sort of redemption in his song, which is an element in both of the other ones to a certain extent. It’s just the saddest thing i could ever hope to hear, and now that i finally own the disc it’s on i find myself skipping around it every time. That’ll teach me to wonder about the motivation behind a good sad song…