writing, even a paper,

is so much more diverting than copying words from the textbook about Mercury. I enjoy creating these blogs today; I could go silent for the next week. I do know that I won't be trying to not kill myself in Spanish 308 tomorrow. Rejoice and be glad, all of ye.

Cre.at.iv.i.ty. Irregular, to be sure, and a contrast to gra.vi.ty.

Hmm...I enjoy the idea of sleep.

"Haunted" houses are highly amusing. "Do you have facebook?" In regards to a hanging body: "He looks like a livejournal type." Very emo, you know.

Snow?

Another life's goal: see an Aurora bourealis in real-life.

Dry now, and fairly content.

::title::

If things must be status-quo, can't it be a positive standard?

The rain is so overwhelming, so thorough as it bounces off of the street, that I could laugh. Headlights spotlight the drilling dance.

It doesn't matter that I'll never memorize every feasible Spanish synonym. I'll never...oh, who knows what else awaits the "nevers."

I'm impressed.

Sipping tea makes me feel intellectual.

I enjoy sidewalk encounters, as well as a subdued feeling of ease. No doom threatens me tonight.

your story to remain untold

Gloomy mornings turn to reflective, slick nights.

My body seems to function more effectively without the mind's inhibitions. "Analysis breeds paralysis," if you will.

Trains pass through the rain.

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Before gathering laundry from the basement, showering, and "editing a resume," as well as mulling over what to edit in my "creative nonfiction" piece, I'd like to celebrate.

A toast, if you will. To no 8am/8:30am/not even 9:10am classes next semester!

Move along, move along, like I know you do.

on writing classes

All I really want confirmed is that I'm not wasting my time.

something to be said for the sidewalk

I decided to "off-road" it, quite literally. Under surprising blue sky, I've passed twenty minutes and turned towards Waterworks. I leave the sidewalk and run along the cement barrier. Is that vegetation in there? I look up and see that up ahead, the water crosses my path. Revise plan. I start to step off. I then hit the ground, face to grass and knee to cement. Excellent!

No witnesses. I "walk it off" and finish the run. Hmm, I think. Perhaps there's something to be said for staying on the sidewalk.

Yet there's something to be said for the sudden falls as well. They remind you that you're moving. They remind you that you're alive.

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"You're just a voice!"

I chuckle. Do you wonder what I'm doing? Writing? Or hearing?

Integrity

Feel the cool night air on your skin.

Not all is lost.

You deserve this.

fall insomnia

It's cold and dark. I have an essay exam on Sister Carrie at 8:30 AM. Otherwise I'd be all right with the casual passage of time that counts down the minutes I will sleep. Maybe I can get six hours in.

Children's literature works through the nightmare, according to Ross. I lie in bed and create the nightmare. I can do this because I can trust it will be dispelled. There is waking, as I tread over the creaking wood in a pink house of a tired town.

I trust. I trust. I trust.

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