Sunday, December 7, 2008

http://www.irishmusiccentral.com/theframes/lyrics_fitzcarraldo.html#Fitzcarraldo

this song makes me want to write (or be) something epic

why WHY WHY!

riddle me that.

fuck finals.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

you cut me down to size.

FRUSTRATION:
Hard-drive wiped. All fledgling stories, newish pictures, and some screenwriting GONE.

It's finals week. I cannot eat right. I am gaining. My grades for certain classes for once in my life may not be so good. I am so disapointed in myself.
Friday
Birthday. Pack. Accept offerings and sacrifices from the professors and student body. Make them bow to me.
Leave.
Have cake. Maybe a cosmopolitan.

I'm not looking forward to my birthday this year. Well, it's been like this the past three years. I think after 25 I'm going to stop acknowledging it. It's cause for more depression than joy, and on top of that very little celebration can top what I've already had.

i am so frustrated with life.
so frustrated with me.
dammit.

Thanksgiving was mostly fun. Saturday was bad. I can appreciate Maureen's boyfriend as my own friend, now, though, so at least something good came out of it. i shall write a story about it one day.

I'm really liking Raymond Carver's stories right now. I think I'll go and read them now. That will be nice.