06 February 2003 - 1:02 am
grasp.

an odd night. fraught. odd slices of reality interspersed. got some work done.

i have a new cellphone. it's rather nice. i've had a mug of hot chocolate now. i plan to go to the gym on friday. i have class in a few hours, and i'm going to breakfast. because you all want to know these sundry details. because this journal is laden with russian-novel depression and i've started to read the bible because i want to. because i'm trying to improve upon myself as a person.

because this night just keeps going ... and going ... and i'm not done with my drama lit papers yet. i think i might just screw it. hand in the bullshit shakuntala paper and hope for the best. maybe ask about how to write that zeami piece. yes, i'm thinking aloud. if i don't go to bed now it's going to be hard to get up in the morning. (soundtrack - norah jones : gonna ask you) norah jones' voice wavers. i wish that i had a CD of that blond girl who sings in the "...but the rain is full of ghosts" i think her name was meredith something. she has an amazing voice.

i want to design a set. i want to do this damn one-act play that's in my head. i want to ... succeed, with something. (what's your objective) i want to .. live my life (and be happy) and .. not just as an afterthought.

i want security. i'm tired of wanting.

i have this really kickass faux leather jacket that i got at the salvation army (which is closing) for $2. and i love it so much.

ok. i need sleep. goodnight.

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