Sweet name, no?
It has been a while my good friend, my chum, my... (insert synonym for friend here). It has been a long, grueling, horrible year, and it's over in two days. I can't believe. And yet, in the same breath, I do. I am going to cling to the idea that summer is better than school, even though that not might be the actual outcome of things. It will be in my head. Hooray for craziness.
This summer is going to bring about much pain, for reasons that I cannot say. Oh well.
Life goes on, until we die. Which reminds me. Every second gone is a second closer to death.
I think I had more to say than just depressing hooplah and cant, but I can't remember it...
Auf weiderschreiben.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
A Body Meet a Body, A Comin' Through the Rye
Today was a day of hurt ankles, and several come to Jesus-choir talks.
Choir= SCREWED. Today we sounded awful, well we sounded awful on Monday, but that was a different choir... I don't want our last concert to be crap, and yet, I just don't have the focus or energy to do anything about it.
Oh well, guess I can't complain.
This summer is already shaping up to be a rather stressful one, and just when I thought life would get easier, it gets harder. Find a job, do this, do that, etc. I'm already sick of it. Not to mention, it's going to suck driving my car, no A/C, and it will probably be in the sun all day. Fantastic. And, I look forward to a reading club, if we can agree on a reading list. I am going to be a stubborn old man about it. I refuse to let us not read The Crying of Lot 49. So far, it's fantastic. I will however gleefully start reading Mrs. Dalloway. :D
Wow, I'm a freak. What you read does have something to do with you, it portrays an image to others. I just can't place my finger on what it all means.
I read Southern Gothic tales, modernism, and postmodernism, and contemporary. I refuse to read anything romantic, or Lost generationy. With the glaring exception of F. Scott Fitzgerald. I am set in my ways, and I am okay with that. I also enjoy Harry Potter, and anything else that would strike my fancy. I generally stick with literature movements as a base for finding other books I enjoy, or literary themes I should say.
But, as long as the author is not a romantic, I'd be willing to tread new waters.
What do my tastes in literature say about me? Who knows.
Oh crap, I should get to doing something besides blog and tweet. Ugh. I've been reduced to Twitter. I don't really know why I have it... hm. Off to read. Rabbit, Run; or The Crying of Lot 49? Who knows.
That must be my theme of today: who knows.
Choir= SCREWED. Today we sounded awful, well we sounded awful on Monday, but that was a different choir... I don't want our last concert to be crap, and yet, I just don't have the focus or energy to do anything about it.
Oh well, guess I can't complain.
This summer is already shaping up to be a rather stressful one, and just when I thought life would get easier, it gets harder. Find a job, do this, do that, etc. I'm already sick of it. Not to mention, it's going to suck driving my car, no A/C, and it will probably be in the sun all day. Fantastic. And, I look forward to a reading club, if we can agree on a reading list. I am going to be a stubborn old man about it. I refuse to let us not read The Crying of Lot 49. So far, it's fantastic. I will however gleefully start reading Mrs. Dalloway. :D
Wow, I'm a freak. What you read does have something to do with you, it portrays an image to others. I just can't place my finger on what it all means.
I read Southern Gothic tales, modernism, and postmodernism, and contemporary. I refuse to read anything romantic, or Lost generationy. With the glaring exception of F. Scott Fitzgerald. I am set in my ways, and I am okay with that. I also enjoy Harry Potter, and anything else that would strike my fancy. I generally stick with literature movements as a base for finding other books I enjoy, or literary themes I should say.
But, as long as the author is not a romantic, I'd be willing to tread new waters.
What do my tastes in literature say about me? Who knows.
Oh crap, I should get to doing something besides blog and tweet. Ugh. I've been reduced to Twitter. I don't really know why I have it... hm. Off to read. Rabbit, Run; or The Crying of Lot 49? Who knows.
That must be my theme of today: who knows.
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