gray-muzzled sky
��������� �����some poetry this morning, a list of the introduction to the obsession, a crouching huddle of work showering down on my head.oh, and a truly awful show of interpretive dance. "dance" is even a loose term. more like moving pretentiously.
oh, and i just finished writing my six-page obstreporous reaction paper to a truly annoying article. thank god it was annoying, otherwise i would never have been able to crank five pages out of it. i'm hoping i did it right, otherwise it won't go over well with the professor(s).
i miss matt cary. i got into a "fight" with him online a week or so ago when he was drunk and i was sad, and we haven't really spoken since. i haven't called, or emailed, so i suppose it's as much my fault, but we're both stubborn, and so we sort of avoided one another, i think? i don't know. that's on my list. to fix. now that i have a planner, i can organize myself into efficiency. hopefully. the paper is done, so now all that remains is to memorize the stanislavsky scene, memorize the ten minute play i'm in, organize the two ten minute plays i'm directing, organize the staged reading of my final drafted one-act play, figure out a project for drama lit, register for classes, figure out about summer housing, submit my proposal for the fall SPA show (keep your fingers crossed for me) and go to the gym more regularly.
lately i have weird bursts of energy. i get down and randomly do a few push-ups. or sit-ups. i'm also watching the matrix again right now. i think this is called addiction. corey & betsy came up for a bit tonight, too, which was nice. i like betsy. she seems cool.
it's 3am. i should've been in bed hours ago. but i'm not. and so, achtung guten abend.