12:47 a.m. x 2009-04-21
currently listening to: "kiss the bride" by amanda palmer
jg ballard is dead. that was rotten news to wake up to. day wasn't all that redeeming, and even though i had a strange hormone surge and cried in front of my friends for no one good reason (many wee ones, but nothing so pertinent it merits a public crying jag). i have two plans for sunday, the one which i feel i'm very welcome and wanted and my presence would be honored but would require money i do not have, and the other i think would be better off without me included but i'm not being counted on to help set up. negotiations and honsetlys are in the works.
i have two As. and an absurd extension on a three page paper. and (let's hear it again) ONLY ONE FINAL. i have so much to look forward to. i am learning that abhorrent fact that getting to like oneself more does not means ones' faults necessarily go anywhere. that's the next thing i need to get okay with.
i have had this window open for three hours now and this looks to be perhaps an all nighter. not that i need to make it one, necessarily, the essay i'm working on isn't due tomorrow, but i may as well get as much accomplished as i can. my sleep corridor passed at 9:30. i felt it. i ignored it. it's my own fault.
i hope i'm typing whole sentences before 7:45.
if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start