Sights and Sounds From the 12:03am Hour
I hear the running of a faucet and the tapping of a toothbrush on a porcelain sink basin from next door.
The bulletin board outside my door has two embarrassing photos of president bush from this month's "vanity fair" magazine, one list of sound bytes from the overly wealthy, "our vacation was too long, the kitchen is too large," etc., and one is a very disturbing Dolce & Gabbana ad. It depicts several young fashion models dressed in decadent Louis xiv-era aristocratic couture, with one young woman having just shot another in the forehead with a fancy revolver and swooning into the arms of a nude, well-muscled, Jesus-like figure (or classical, w/crown of gilded leaves). The facing page shows two aristocratic courtiers, one with a fancy fork to the neck of the other. Just unbelievable; a fashion ad! i should scan it in here to show you.
It's been very quiet tonight, pleasantly so. i spent most of the day fixing up my room. I'm achieving an inner peace i haven't had in a long time. i got a lot done, but I'm worried about schoolwork, so i need to do some tomorrow, but i also wanted to go into the city. Time management can be hard, yet it's a crucial part of success.
The mechanical clock on the wall quietly ticks the seconds away as its arms make their endless journey around its face. Kind of like clock yoga, or time yoga. Outside, lots of screeching tires, revving engines, and police sirens. Some pretty frisky Oakland residents. It's an absolutely beautiful night. Silent, with crickets or frogs chirping. misrak was outside on the curb, just being alone, it seemed, as i was carrying stuff to and from my room. It's all about what makes me comfortable.
I'm so proud of myself for designing curtain rod fixings from unrelated objects. i figured out that coat hooks make good curtain rod holders. I'm glad to be getting to bed at a reasonable hour tonight. Last night was fun, but late. i get headaches when I'm up too late (the next day). i do enjoy my schoolwork this year; i finally feel like I've hit my stride academically. i have a short French paper due Wednesday, which i actually started today. i want it to be my best work, and need better grammar resources. i don't have a textbook, and i really want my sentence structure to reflect the growth and progress I've made since last year.
i think i might just minor in Literary and Cultural Studies. Why bother stressing myself out? i am worried that financial aid won't give me enough money, though, since technically i don't need to go to school full-time next semester to complete my major. Maybe that's good, actually; if i could live on campus w/a lighter workload, maybe get a job or internship...
update from the 12:26am hour [minute?]: certain EM residents are talking loudly in the hall. Not cool. Song in my head is Cyndi Lauper's "time after time," which was in "strictly ballroom." i think it's appropriate that rather than talking about someone behind their back, i first mention whatever's bothering me to the person him or herself. i think that's fair, and one of my new principles. yaye! i just stepped into the hall, smiled, and asked if they could be just a tiny bit quieter. Better to ask for too little than too much, in these situations. One corner of my room is looking a bit crowded, not sure what to do.
Last night, I dreamt that the employees at Founders were playing a joke on me, conspiring together.
The bulletin board outside my door has two embarrassing photos of president bush from this month's "vanity fair" magazine, one list of sound bytes from the overly wealthy, "our vacation was too long, the kitchen is too large," etc., and one is a very disturbing Dolce & Gabbana ad. It depicts several young fashion models dressed in decadent Louis xiv-era aristocratic couture, with one young woman having just shot another in the forehead with a fancy revolver and swooning into the arms of a nude, well-muscled, Jesus-like figure (or classical, w/crown of gilded leaves). The facing page shows two aristocratic courtiers, one with a fancy fork to the neck of the other. Just unbelievable; a fashion ad! i should scan it in here to show you.
It's been very quiet tonight, pleasantly so. i spent most of the day fixing up my room. I'm achieving an inner peace i haven't had in a long time. i got a lot done, but I'm worried about schoolwork, so i need to do some tomorrow, but i also wanted to go into the city. Time management can be hard, yet it's a crucial part of success.
The mechanical clock on the wall quietly ticks the seconds away as its arms make their endless journey around its face. Kind of like clock yoga, or time yoga. Outside, lots of screeching tires, revving engines, and police sirens. Some pretty frisky Oakland residents. It's an absolutely beautiful night. Silent, with crickets or frogs chirping. misrak was outside on the curb, just being alone, it seemed, as i was carrying stuff to and from my room. It's all about what makes me comfortable.
I'm so proud of myself for designing curtain rod fixings from unrelated objects. i figured out that coat hooks make good curtain rod holders. I'm glad to be getting to bed at a reasonable hour tonight. Last night was fun, but late. i get headaches when I'm up too late (the next day). i do enjoy my schoolwork this year; i finally feel like I've hit my stride academically. i have a short French paper due Wednesday, which i actually started today. i want it to be my best work, and need better grammar resources. i don't have a textbook, and i really want my sentence structure to reflect the growth and progress I've made since last year.
i think i might just minor in Literary and Cultural Studies. Why bother stressing myself out? i am worried that financial aid won't give me enough money, though, since technically i don't need to go to school full-time next semester to complete my major. Maybe that's good, actually; if i could live on campus w/a lighter workload, maybe get a job or internship...
update from the 12:26am hour [minute?]: certain EM residents are talking loudly in the hall. Not cool. Song in my head is Cyndi Lauper's "time after time," which was in "strictly ballroom." i think it's appropriate that rather than talking about someone behind their back, i first mention whatever's bothering me to the person him or herself. i think that's fair, and one of my new principles. yaye! i just stepped into the hall, smiled, and asked if they could be just a tiny bit quieter. Better to ask for too little than too much, in these situations. One corner of my room is looking a bit crowded, not sure what to do.
Last night, I dreamt that the employees at Founders were playing a joke on me, conspiring together.
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