politics, of course. :)
can you believe it? its that time again already! and by 'that time' i mean 'around 5:00 on a wednesday' and by 'already' i mean 'since last week'.
Hi, I'm at the liberry again, this time it's the third week of class. I know that, after the second week, the third week is pretty customary, but I figured I'd better call it out so that, if anyone in the future ever reads this, coming from a time when the second and the third of something have a bit more of an ambiguous relationship with one another, they will, with shock and original bias, begin to understand.
It was a curious affair, lounging. The five of us lay strewn across three couches, arms, legs, draped lazily about. Colors cast themselves absentmindedly against the walls in tune with some broadcast, slipping away gently enough to allow for a half-sleep surrealism. I say 'half-sleep', but I may well have been the last of us clinging to consciousness. Somewhere above - the main floor - the creak of the screen door sounded softly. Making an effort to peer over the sofa to my left, I lifted my head. The clock was there, its digits giving off a red glow so dim it was only visible when the walls went dark. I caught a glimpse of what might have been a two, or perhaps a three; I couldn't tell. Already the task had taken too much effort, and i let my head drop back against the cushion and my eyes shut.
That's something I've been writing today, during classes. Last night, I had a dream about [the person my yo-yo stick is named after]. that person said with some enthus that that person had finally managed to out-shine that person's sister at something. That person had been so (unnecessairly) happy.
That's just the kind of dream I have.