I will not die an unlived life I will not live in fear of falling Or of catching fire I choose to inhabit my days To allow my living to open me Making me less afraid More accessible To loosen my heart So that it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise I choose to risk my significance. To live so that that which comes to me as seed Goes to the next as blossom And that which comes to me as blossom Goes on as fruit. --Donna Markova

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Banging My Head on a Wall...How I Wish I Could

Hey all! Wow...not to be redundant, but "it's been like forever since I posted." No apologies...I definitley have better things to do than this...actually, when I do this, it's usually b/c I'm screwed up. You're reading the 2% of my life that is emotional and messy and screwed up. Lucky you!

Anyway, it's 9:30 on a Tuesday night and I definitely want to go to bed. However, first I have to read 40 pages of James II by John Miller (like pulling teeth), clean my room (hopefully won't take that long) and print out a bunch of notes. That's if I actually get any of that done. We'll see. I'm leaning strongly towards just passing out and leaving everything for a crazy day tomorrow. This weekend is going to be packed. I don't know how much longer I can keep up this frenetic (sp?) pace...18 credits is going to kick my butt. Oh well, might as well hang on as long as I can.

In other news, my roomie for next year has now changed. Uma and I are going to live together, which should be fine. I'm thinking Cole or Chadbourne, but I think we'll end up in Cole.

In man news--I'm not sure if I like this one, but I'm not worrying about it b/c I don't have the time. Sad state of affairs, I know.

Goal for the week: take more pictures.

Love you, Katie

Oh yeah... I need another hug and I have no one to get one from. Again, sad. It's my own fault--I could get one, but I don't want to ask b/c it's so out of character for me. My family is really huggy, but I don't give off that vibe or something. I'm going into withdrawal.

Oh, and I'm totally kicking butt at assassins, but I'm waiting to die any minute here. Oh well, creating more madness and mayhem until then. Love you all. Not that anyone really reads this anymore (besides Sina girl--I'm glad my absentmindedness provides some usefullness to someone).