It’s Simple, Really.
I always get what I want.
What a gorgeous day it was today.
Didn’t get HisProf’s 350, because it turned out to be a different prof of the same name. However, he remembered my name (!!!!!!!) AND gave me lots of advice for classes next year. And sometimes I just stared at him while pretending to listen. Excellent. Oh, HisProf. What a strange, strange, beautiful non-relationship we have.
I have a 5 page paper due Friday for psych. Ho ho. Ha, ha ha. Worried? NAY! Never about papers. I love how they’re so threatening about their papers here. I love writing papers…
I went to the Plan II art exhibit (stunning) and an AWESOME Boomer show tonight with Stacey. So fun.
I got to talk to Chuck. :oD
Today has been a beautiful day.
CAH has electric wires running along the window ledges (which are huge, big enough to lie down on I’d imagine) to discourage pigeons from hanging around the building. However, the shock they get will kill the pigeon. If one goes up to the book stacks on the 2nd floor and look out the windows, you can see the birds decomposing. Sometimes I have to stop and stare at them. Death really chills me. It causes me to stop functioning, because I can’t think about it. It’s too weighty and thick for me to handle. So when I see these dying birds, now merely a mass of bones, ligaments and feathers, and think about how eventually those bones will lie there and the feathers will blow away, I can’t comprehend it. It swirls around me, taunting me. I can’t grasp death. But maybe that’s a good thing.
I have nothing more to say.
Songs:
Casino Queen- Wilco
Glass Turns to Sand- ID Steve
and a guest song from Chuck:
Twisted Nerve- Bernard Hermann
