the thought of someone missing me is just really weird?? i can’t even comprehend it, that someone might think of me (fondly) when i’m not actually there.
pre-writing my six shakespeare final essays… and god, the amount of bullshit flowing from my pen is actually kind of frustrating and hysterical.
I WILL NEVER PROCRASTINATE AGAIN, i scream at my sleep deprived self at 3 a.m. but of course it’s a lie.
if i see the word hegemony one more time i might explode or cry or both.
somewhat surreal moment of the day:
sadko: song of india by the rimsky-korsakov quartet was playing on speaker. a cool breeze came in through the open window and rustled my papers. i could hear the splash of the basin fountain across the street.
