Dreams and lyrics
I think it might be a good idea to get back in the habit of regular, narcissistic blogging.
My unfinished thesis weighs heavily on me. It pushes into my dreams. And so: I was in the library, at the end of the academic quarter, working on a final paper for a class (not my thesis). I had time to finish the paper before the deadline, just as I still have time for this thesis. I made edits, and I was ready to be done with it, but I left the library without printing out the paper. I just forgot.
Returning to the library, I found that the entrance was strange. It wasn’t a staircase or an escalator, but a ladder on the side of a wall. I was so angry about forgetting to print out my paper that I picked up a solid wooden chair and swung it against the wall. A man who was sitting a nearby table looked on aghast. Then another man came up behind me. Somehow he knew I had forgotten.
If the line snaps,
There’s no air,
Will you hold me?
If I’m asleep,
Will you wake me?
If this rises,
We hit the waves,
Will you dive back down?
Someday, I will sail again,
To a distant shore, far away.
I will sail again,
To a distant shore far away.
[Pinback -- "Boo"]
Argh
Dammit, I’m really pissed at myself for not getting my shit together and applying to be a Daily Northwestern columnist. I told everyone I was going to do it. I hate not following through. The NU community could have benefited from my ranting. Dammit.