during_the_last_week h|s|g miracles_do_happen 1_st (ay, rong) Th en dure, “I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavours to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws be expanded, and interpreted in his favour in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings. In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.” henry_david_thoreau ly explains :-) 110814 ... epitome of incomprehensibility During the last week I started crying because I thought I was allergic to the stuff inside glowsticks. I really had a cold but I didn't know it yet. During the last week I pushed another girl because I was frustrated, partly on purpose. I felt horrible. At least I didn't hit a boy. It's wrong to hit boys, they're so defenseless. During the last week I ate a strawberry sundae. During the last week I was too tired to dance. Blame the evil glowstick juice for getting on my sandals. If sparkles are unicorn barf, then what's glowstick stuff? Firefly cum? I am disappointed with the word 'cum' as a vulgar term for semen... it always reminds me of the Latin preposition whose exact meaning escapes me right now. 110815 ... epitome of incomprehensibility During the last week I stayed up all night Tuesday and was walking home Wednesday night near midnight. The last bus, then a ten-minute walk to the place I'm staying. It was very cold. When I got inside I turned the bathroom light on and just stared at things - my eyes in the mirror, the surface of my stomach (navel-gazing, quite), the texture of the faucet. I enjoy feeling stoned from tiredness. I was too much of a hypochondriac to do drugs as a teenager, so I perfected the art of recreational sleep deprivation. But now I'm behind in my work again. Crunch time is not over. Whatever induced me to try an MA in Complete Irrelevance? During the last week I wrote a seminar paper and ate chocolate, so life could be worse. But I was grumpy with friends yesterday, which wasn't fair, especially as G. shared his pizza with me just because I was feeling stressed. I called a Montreal person this morning. I miss the libraries there. 111118 what's it to you? who go blather from