When I think of ideology, I hear a low rumble of voices, like distant thunder moaning over geography. It is as if I'm ease-dropping on a whole continent of thoughts.  ¶ 9:35 PM 0 comments

  I wear a ribbon around my neck like a leash to my femininity bits of paper choke chunkily on my floor. crumbled up ideas while my tummy rumbles for food, carrots, avacado on my salad would be nice. i have books that would frighten the bravest of them, stacked precariously on the edge of my semester, how many more of these do I have to read? good thing I love them so.

I went snooping in a professor's office today asking, nay, begging him to let me do an independent study with him this summer. I want an excuse to read, like I need one. His British accent enchants me to no end, I lovingly listen to his "bloody hell"s and "utterly exhausted" comments, wishing I could speak such words with such inflections.

I've been seriously tempted away from studies by sun and warm air that flirts with my imagination making me naughty. See how late I'm up? A result of working 27 hours this week, sunshine and not enough time to study. Almost done. Countdown begins: 23 days to the end of my semester.  ¶ 3:24 AM 0 comments