Dear friend is apparently sapphire-tinted. For reasons unknown. This troubles me, but dear friend is well enough to realize one vertex of an intersection of scrambled prose. Worthy of a standing ovation, that is.
Drab. Drabness. Drabby drabbed drab. Dirnt.
Grad student found in wall. Lab technician suspected. Will continuously be on high alert during employment. In related news, I always knew that doing a graduate degree was bad for your health.
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
5-2-2. Damn.
Rumours of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. When I die, will they remember not what I did, but what I haven't done? It's not the end that I fear with each breath. It's life that scares me to death.
I like to verb words. Verbing weirds language.
Jessie holds this megaphone, bloodstains on her shirt.
As her words come out of bullet holes, spilling to the dirt.
If a speech confuses the confused and exceeds the allotted time, does it make a sound?
When did democracy become overrated?
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Murphy
Two weeks into school, life's already staked out its sniper perch and painted me with its laser targetting system, about to graciously bestow some extensive cosmetic surgery and confer upon my visage a distinct resemblance to Kennedy - post-knoll Kennedy.
It's said that in the moments before death, memories of the vital events leading to the tragic happening flash before one's eyes. Let's recap:
-Worked my ass off for over 8 months to prepare the best Imagine Day ever. Was beyond excited - could not sleep the night before. Got up on Tuesday morning with a 100ºF fever and a sore throat.
-Been looking forward to Frosh ever since I missed out last year. Sunday morning, still sick. Voice was lost before noon had even rolled by. Also, made a fool of myself on the dance floor. Someone restrain me if I ever get the stupid idea to walk into the middle of a huge dance circle. And dance. Like wtf.
-CLST 301, aka. the easiest course you ever have to take. Course curriculum was changed this year. Instead of 6 quizzes for the entirety of the course, we now have a midterm and a final...in addition to those six quizzes. Also, now lectures are all but mandatory, as they actually TEACH stuff every Monday and Wednesdays, from FIVE TO SIX FUCKING PM.
-Volunteered to be the Director of the Montessori-based Learning for Dementia patients at Pinegrove Place Senior home. Worked endlessly to prepare information packages, orientations and practice sessions for the new volunteers coming in. One problem: what new volunteers?
-MICB 407 is the most interesting course I've ever taken. In related news, I stayed on campus until Woodwards closed this past Monday. Working on my MICB 407 case study. For those not in the know, Woodwards closes at 10PM. And I'm a commuter.
-Got everyone around me sick. List currently includes, but is not limited to: Jessica, Tim, Krystal, Elisa, Lise, James, Krista, Katie, Jenny and Shannon. This was some epic contagion. Apparently I'm now a bad person (thanks Jess).
-6 Caffiene Pills this morning. 1L of slurpee, and its sugar content. Vitamin water (thanks Sumo). I'm on Cloud nine, about to crash and burn.
And yet, despite all of this...I am still SO incredibly stoked for this year.
"The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done."
So go out, grab life by the balls...and squeeze.
It's said that in the moments before death, memories of the vital events leading to the tragic happening flash before one's eyes. Let's recap:
-Worked my ass off for over 8 months to prepare the best Imagine Day ever. Was beyond excited - could not sleep the night before. Got up on Tuesday morning with a 100ºF fever and a sore throat.
-Been looking forward to Frosh ever since I missed out last year. Sunday morning, still sick. Voice was lost before noon had even rolled by. Also, made a fool of myself on the dance floor. Someone restrain me if I ever get the stupid idea to walk into the middle of a huge dance circle. And dance. Like wtf.
-CLST 301, aka. the easiest course you ever have to take. Course curriculum was changed this year. Instead of 6 quizzes for the entirety of the course, we now have a midterm and a final...in addition to those six quizzes. Also, now lectures are all but mandatory, as they actually TEACH stuff every Monday and Wednesdays, from FIVE TO SIX FUCKING PM.
-Volunteered to be the Director of the Montessori-based Learning for Dementia patients at Pinegrove Place Senior home. Worked endlessly to prepare information packages, orientations and practice sessions for the new volunteers coming in. One problem: what new volunteers?
-MICB 407 is the most interesting course I've ever taken. In related news, I stayed on campus until Woodwards closed this past Monday. Working on my MICB 407 case study. For those not in the know, Woodwards closes at 10PM. And I'm a commuter.
-Got everyone around me sick. List currently includes, but is not limited to: Jessica, Tim, Krystal, Elisa, Lise, James, Krista, Katie, Jenny and Shannon. This was some epic contagion. Apparently I'm now a bad person (thanks Jess).
-6 Caffiene Pills this morning. 1L of slurpee, and its sugar content. Vitamin water (thanks Sumo). I'm on Cloud nine, about to crash and burn.
And yet, despite all of this...I am still SO incredibly stoked for this year.
"The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done."
So go out, grab life by the balls...and squeeze.
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