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just beyond the half-way mark
May. 7th, 2003 11:45 amFinals week.
fooking hayel.
glack even.
~8P
one more *technical* final to go, two papers and a big ass notebook of theory to turn in by Friday before five.
Oh, and if you're not busy sucking up to your mama~8P, I sing at the Tri-C Honors Recitals on Sunday at 3P.M.
woo-hoo.
Enthusiasm is not my word-of-the-day.
No sir. Can't say that it is.
More like a sentence:
"Please keep your personal drama out of my work-life. I don't care about politics, and no I won't become house manager and I don't want to even consider it so FUCK OFF!!!"
Only, more eloquent. Especially after more sleep.
Sleep...sweet weeping Jesus on a cross...sleep, shnuggling...*sigh!*
:::wait a sec...did I really just say...???BLARG!:::
I so miss shnuggling. I mean, what better than to have a hella day, one where you really don't feel like talking because too many words have been exchanged already and you are overloaded and on default-batteries as it is. Turn down the lights, crawl into bed, under covers and hold another body warmly, closely, the smell of another person's body melding with your own divinity -- we are all divine, after all.
A deep breath, and then a sigh.
Your bodies spoon as if made by the same silver, and you reflect one another's image in some surreal way.
They breathe, and then they sigh.
Soon you know each other's rhythms like old church hymns from childhood, and there is chicken-noodly soup comfort, only more solid and sweet.
And no, these are not necessarily the dreams of love and companionship. Just...shnuggling.~8)
Did I mention how much I enjoy reading about everyone being so damn happy? Really, all the love, the life-affirming words, the realizations of fortune in love and life in general...it's the most beautiful gift right now.
Not to say I am unhappy, because I am not. I am thrilled about the way things are going, even if some of those things will boil over and leave some horrendous scars in the not-so-distant future.
But I like scars.
They are memories manifested, odes to life experiences, and reminders of how close we all live to danger at times.
Back to writing about musical massacres.
YAY!!!
fooking hayel.
glack even.
~8P
one more *technical* final to go, two papers and a big ass notebook of theory to turn in by Friday before five.
Oh, and if you're not busy sucking up to your mama~8P, I sing at the Tri-C Honors Recitals on Sunday at 3P.M.
Enthusiasm is not my word-of-the-day.
No sir. Can't say that it is.
More like a sentence:
"Please keep your personal drama out of my work-life. I don't care about politics, and no I won't become house manager and I don't want to even consider it so FUCK OFF!!!"
Only, more eloquent. Especially after more sleep.
Sleep...sweet weeping Jesus on a cross...sleep, shnuggling...*sigh!*
:::wait a sec...did I really just say...???BLARG!:::
I so miss shnuggling. I mean, what better than to have a hella day, one where you really don't feel like talking because too many words have been exchanged already and you are overloaded and on default-batteries as it is. Turn down the lights, crawl into bed, under covers and hold another body warmly, closely, the smell of another person's body melding with your own divinity -- we are all divine, after all.
A deep breath, and then a sigh.
Your bodies spoon as if made by the same silver, and you reflect one another's image in some surreal way.
They breathe, and then they sigh.
Soon you know each other's rhythms like old church hymns from childhood, and there is chicken-noodly soup comfort, only more solid and sweet.
And no, these are not necessarily the dreams of love and companionship. Just...shnuggling.~8)
Did I mention how much I enjoy reading about everyone being so damn happy? Really, all the love, the life-affirming words, the realizations of fortune in love and life in general...it's the most beautiful gift right now.
Not to say I am unhappy, because I am not. I am thrilled about the way things are going, even if some of those things will boil over and leave some horrendous scars in the not-so-distant future.
But I like scars.
They are memories manifested, odes to life experiences, and reminders of how close we all live to danger at times.
Back to writing about musical massacres.
YAY!!!
