12.10.21

12.10.21

“My head is bloody, but unbowed.” —William Ernest Henley

As a disclaimer, I am still further behind in my schoolwork than I should be, but if I fail I will know I gave it my all. I finished nearly a week’s worth of classwork for linguistics, studied for the LSAT, and took care of my mental health. And for the grand finale…

“Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse.” —Catch Me If You Can

I received an awesome scholarship for maintaining a high average in my classes last year. Emotional displays are not within my repertoire of skills, but I assure you I am feeling many emotions.

“My boy’s wicked smart.” —Good Will Hunting

Listening to:

everything sucks—vaultboy

the commandments of nihilinguism:

everything is a word

grammar is fake

any sound is a vowel if you scream it into the void

30.09.21

“I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure if feel like it.” —J.D. Salinger

Today was a day, I guess. I’m not sure where it went, but I’ve been waiting to go back to sleep since I woke up. My essay is due tomorrow, but I’m just sitting here waiting. I got through a bit of my linguistics notes and with some discipline I’ll finish writing some more discussion board posts tonight.

“I can’t exactly describe how I feel, but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.” —F. Scott Fitzgerald

I’ll be going home for the weekend and with a minor miracle the rain will pass and I’ll be able to catch up on my coursework.

“Please believe that things are good with me, and even when they’re not, they will be soon enough.” —Stephen Chbosky

Tonight’s playlist:

Asleep—The Smiths

MLK—U2

Blackbird—The Beatles

04.10.21

“And all at once, summer collapsed into fall.”—Oscar Wilde

I’m behind in some classes, but I feel oddly ok about it. Started studying for the LSAT today! I’m planning to take it in January—if I be alive and my mind hold. Regarding regularly scheduled coursework, procrastination continues to never let me down as I cram last minute for my Spanish test and get a 90! Why not 100? With all due seriousness—that is, none at all when adhering to absurdism—I should’ve probably done something with my weekend. Wasted some time today too, but I have to believe that tomorrow will be better.

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” —F. Scott Fitzgerald

07.10.21

I feel like I got a lot done today, although the construct of time begs to differ. I’ll never get done enough to truly be satisfied, but I’m learning to be okay with that. I hope you—as I break my melancholic monologue to look directly into the Void—know the happiness that comes with a hopeful kind of yearning.

“Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' / We are not now that strength which in old days / Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; / One equal temper of heroic hearts, / Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will / To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.” —Alfred Lord Tennyson

my advice for the youth of today is go to bed at 10pm. literally nothing else matters