Updating lyrics takes forever and a effing day. I really need to switch over to a CGI driven template system that just sucks the lyrics out of their text files and spits them into their spiffy layouts. Anyone wanna do that for me?
by krisis
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Ugh, except tomorrow i can’t come home after work because i have to truck down to South Philly to cast my vote for President. But, there’s no need to talk about that. And i’ve got to rewrite my resume for tomorrow morning. ugh. No blogs tomorrow, that’s for sure.
The theory about interiour monologues is that they don’t really belong to you. Your inner voice has developed from years of familiar and societal affectation, and you can’t stop it anymore than you can stop breathing air. Of course, the voice will be very similar to you (whatever “you” is/are), but you have no control over it. It is an independent wandering stream of thought that just happened to sit through every boring class and hot date that you’ve ever attended.
I over-narrate. My songs are all stories that i tell again and again. This log is less musings on life than bland daily (and hourly, and momentary) reports on the status of my life. My annalytical term papers are “too narrative – though it makes for a good story.” Hell, even my prose is too – i don’t know – prosey. I am much to fixated on ways to say things and not nearly interested enough in the ways that allow me to expand upon the story being told. It’s the same as my album reviews saying everything about a song except for a single thing about its sound. I’m not sure what i’m supposed to do about it, but there it is, laid out as plainly as i can understand it. Or: is that the problem….
God willed me to wake up in time for class today. Or, more accurately, i went to sleep around 5:30am, and barely woke up to move to the couch at 8am, but before hope was lost for my attending class this morning, the maintenance men showed up pounding on my door. It seems that our incessantly clacking radiator (which can keep a beat to Ani’s “How Have You Been” perfectly) is dripping onto the floor and down into the apartment below us. This function is apparently a ‘value added’ one, since it is in addition to the hellish temperatures the radiator (one of four) provides. They didn’t manage to fix it, of course, but i at least made it to Theory class and back. And that’s a start.