It been more than a month...

i'm currently sitting

on the floor

of our unfinished basement

listening

to construction noises

and getting dusty as fuck.

 

I'm sorry its been so long since I posted.

Falling for Fall: Alliteration (3 of 6)

This was about to be Fall.  But then I decided: I just did summer; also, I alliterate a lot, and I have to do 6 of these damned posts.  Anyways, alliteration: I'm sorry.  This is just too damned stupid.  I'm tired.  Fuck it.  3 of 6 it will have to be.  At least until tomorrow.

Feels like Summer (2 of 6)

Its warm out, not hot, a bit too cold at night, but pleasant.  The sparrows are waking up at 6 am, but there aren't any mosquitoes: a good trade-off.  The bees swarm around the sweet-smelling-in-bloom lavender and the exercises at the range sound like firecrackers at night.  The rabbits are active out back, the weed-patch out front is in full growth.  The back of the throat tastes of animal and chlorine and grass and woods and sweat.

To me that's summer.  And I feel like all of it, and I feel fine.  And as I feel this one last time, it's Fall.

6 Days, 6 Posts (1)

I've been bad, and Boy and Socks are on my case for not posting.  Anyways, I'm gonna post six times, or so I intend right now.  We'll see how it works out.

Today's a good day.  Its about to be the weekend, and it's pretty light on the work front.  Walter's on the lam from the frat, and is staying with me, which is great ! :)  It feels like a little kid sleepover (which I pretty much didn't do, or I did too many of, depending on the way you look at boarding school).  But we'll stay up late and make hot chocolate and tell ghost stories and paint each others' toenails and have a pillow fight!  Or, actually, we'll stay up late, watch a movie maybe, and gossip like fishwives.  And his toiletries sound like a maracas.

And that is the first post

Let the Good Times Roll

Good evenings just happen one after the other... All's I gots ta do is get my shit done tomorrow, and next week looks to be amazing.  I'm definitely up right now, but that makes me a bit paranoid.  All of my self-doubting, introspective indicators are starting up, and I'm scared that I'll fuck up.  I'm walking a fine balance.

Loving Lovett

Recently got back from a Lyle Lovett concert- first time I've heard his music, and it was awesome.  He's kinda blue-grassy and folksy, two descriptors I normally avoid like the plague, but he totally pulled it off.  The theatre was a bit down at the heels, but the sound quality was good, the staff were friendly, the place wasn't packed, and the audience was totally unpretentious.  Lovett has great stage presence, and the collection of musicians demonstrated technical skills often lacking in younger, more popular bands.  Overall, it was a great end to a hard week, and a good start for the next.

Well, that last post was waaayyyyy optimistic...

And we have a new record of days till post.  Let me fill you in on the events of the last week:

1. I was sick.  Again.  Miserably fevered.  I epically overcame my illness to... Sleep 16-20 hours a day!
2. I got behind on work.  I work poorly when fevered and get mad drowsy if I take advils or whatever.
3. This is a "Hell Week".
   
4. I became well, and immediately was forced to work too hard on a poster project.  Also, poster project?!  Like, seriously, do I look 5 years old to you?  No, didn't think so.  The poster was beautiful, an example of marketing aesthetics.
5. Despite the pset, 10 page paper, lab notebook and other associated miseries due since wednesday, I've still managed more procrastination than I thought possible.  In particular, I've been chilling and making friends (is it making friends if you're only making a friend?) and watching TV.
   
6. I am done with work!  At least until tomorrow.
7. Tonight, we celebrate survival of another week.  The following are on the schedule: seafood, concert, party, afterparty, and hangover.  Hopefully I'll dodge the last of those.
8. And now, I need to get a start on living.