it all nearly passes too quickly to comprehend, even when slowly savored. a dashing, whirling, coalescence of sound, light, colour. you can taste it – the deep, bitter, darkness. traces of candied orange, now flowers. sweet, full. essences of too many scents to count, alternating bitter and sweet, both simultaneously. The smooth smell of old [...]
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a long time ago, a good friend asked, “you gonna stay?”
at that time, I said yes.
I’m not so sure of my answer now.
14
The skill of napping is useful! I managed to get nearly 15 minutes of sleep between my Psych test and the evil Chem test of doom. Why oh why did they happen to schedule them on the same day, let alone back to back?
mmm… shower
Showers are good. I’d say a shower is worth at least half a nap, probably more. It’s so nice to have showers that just run and run and run for a long time, putting out lots of really hot water.
On a not completely unrelated note, there’s this truly beautiful bright green mold growing around one [...]
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Hrm… weekends. I hate being sick. It hit on friday morning, and is only just clearing up now… stuffy head, non-functional nose, fever a hair over 39, general body aches. It doesn’t help that I only got around to going to get some benadryl and sudafed this afternoon… after taking it, life is much better. [...]
14
I guess it just hit me. I’m really going to miss Lisby.
whoo. college.
So I’m out of the house. This is a good thing. Dorm life is about as expected, and amazingly enough, I seem able to take care of myself pretty well, regardless of motherly worries. Just gotta remember to eat… this afternoon I realized I hadn’t eaten anything in more than 26 hours, which was probably [...]
best laid plans…
So, I had a relatively decent time at Disneyland. At least as decent as can be expected, given that it was Disney and one of those dreaded family vacations. Now to the other part:
My sleep schedule is totally shot to hell. I hadn’t bothered mentioning the oddities of my sleep habits to the parents, and [...]
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An essay by William Gibson. I’m not sure what it is about his writing, but it makes him a favorite author.
“Time moves in one direction, memory in another.
We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.
I sometimes think that nothing really is new; that the first pixels were [...]
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I’m thinking of paying for another month of WOW. It would give me something to do.
