There are places in this world where you can stand somewhere holy and be thinking If it';s holy then why don';t I feel it, something . . .
Carl Phillips
a strange day today, and it's not even half over. i got up early to study for the divine comedy test and then had lunch with jules and found out the test is actually scheduled for wednesday, not today, and that i am a big dork. also spent time dodging my comps advisor in the cafeteria because i just haven't got my shit together yet and avoidance sounded a lot better than comps-confrontation. now that's sad. chalk it up to my being tired and not reasoning too well.
daniel and i walked to town after class. he ups'd some film and then we went to the bookstore and got all sorts of candy and synthetic drinks. so we sat on the stone bench outside of farr -- it is sunny and beautiful all of a sudden -- and ate mentos and gummi bears and smoked too many cigarettes, and talked to whomever happened to pass by. nearly three hours later, having frittered away the afternoon (but oh it was so worth it), i'm back in my newly-spotless room (went on a cleaning spree yesterday), wondering how to manage my time from here. haven't been doing a very good job so far. art history test and chinese paper and do i really have that poem memorized and ready to recite tomorrow? can't i just sleep and make good mixtapes for credit? what if they're really good?
speaking of mixtapes. er. . . i get paid on thursday, which means i should finally get some money for postage. but i'm so behind that i shouldn't even be mentioning this at all.
in other news, seth is in gambier (!) visiting kenyon and i need to find him before he leaves. grrr, all this work all of a sudden! physical and intellectual labor and whatever might lie in between should be banned on days like today. it's not often you get to bask in the sunshine in the middle of february. spring couldn't come soon enough. i miss lazy afternoons talking on the stoop outside the market, taking in drags of hot air and smoke, watching people congregate in the middle of town. and just basking. sigh.
uninspired entry number x-exponential. i do my own math.
and now, to better manage this time situation, i think i'll go take a catnap.
