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Run until your lungs are sore, until you cannot feel it anymore :: Saturday, March 06, 2004 ::

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There. I have vented. If you really want to devote time to cracking that code...go ahead.

Um, oddly, I don't really have anything to feel about. Still feel kind of...something...well, I know what it is, but I will never be able to type it out. Ever. But, hopefully, by this coming Friday, I'll feel much better.

Okay, so, my dad wakes me up at 9:30 ordering me to take my brother to Tae Kwan Doe. What can I do but grunt and go back to sleep? So grunt and go back to sleep I do...then wake up and drive him off (Oh! I pulled out my sandals! My Nike sandals that I absolutely love and adore and...oh, it was so nice to be able to wear them again) and then...

I was possessed by a moment of insanity because I went by the library and...and...and...I...checked out...The Sound and The Fury.

Yes. Faulkner. Not one week after laying Absalom, Absalom! to rest, I picked up ANOTHER Faulkner book.

But this is mainly because I have less than 100 pages to go in White Noise, which I think I like a little too much because I've almost finished it and the MWDS isn't due for another three or four weeks, which means I get to read whatever I want to this month!

But, yeah. More Faulkner. Don't know why I picked it up. And, seriously? Faulkner has corrupted me. Yes, that's right, CORRUPTED ME. I keep reading White Noise thinking "This is way too easy. There must be some hidden meaning" and coming up with all these pointless questions; And I'm starting to think in an Absalom, Absalom! fashion where all of my thoughts are now one long sentence...even my writing has somewhat taken a Faulkneresque turn. Read my Momentous Modernism exam, and you'll see why.

I never though my Seven Points would gain that much publicity. But, in a nutshell, that is how I feel right now. Burnt out, exhausted, tired, and the fact that I know more work is coming just makes it worse.

And that little other thing that I might be able to admit to one or two people...but, otherwise, I hate feeling that way, because I can't do anything about it, despite the fact that I am trying, but it's just not working and it's not helping me.

I am so excited about the fact that I get to start staying for Rhino rehearsal next week and I'm ushering for Hello, Dolly! this friday. SO excited

Current Mood: I just stared at this space for five minutes, listening to my music and could not think of anything to describe my mood. I'm hoping my cell phone would ring...so...hopeful? No, that doesn't work. Wishful. That seems to be it.
Current Music: Travis - Sing

:: Nick Saturday, March 06, 2004 [+] ::