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'i am young and i am good'
Apr. 10th, 2006 03:30 pmI love this song because of the one lyric, which is:
the window is ten feet high and three feet wide
sun beams bounce off the dark water/and come through the clear glass, magnified.
standing here in the house on pacific coast highway/
given to me by a friend whose name is no longer important/my conscience is clean.
And the feeling of power like thick red wine/and it's 09:05 military time...
"The feeling of power like thick red wine." MMph.
Um, I am a fuck up. I may or may not go to any of my classes today. I just skipped my being class on the existence of G-d. I worry that I hate this shit. I worry that hating this shit means I'm not cut out for philosophy, and if I'm not cut out for philosophy, what am I cut out for? Realistically I think it means that there's lots of philosophy that I find frustrating and since lots of that kind has been encountered here in Dublin where I tend to sit on my fat lazy Irish ass instead of doing work I haven't even tried to engage it. I hope I don't fail my exams. Probably going to class would help with that. As much as I like my phil of mind teacher though, I just, hm, I mean why bother? If I go to class I'll have to leave in 10 minutes.
Well that was an easy decision. I'm gonna go make coffee.
Also I was feeling wicked stressed this morning cos everything is happening at once: paper due, Shani coming back, mom and Babou visiting, Taylor coming, another paper due, feeling apprehensive, finals, ahhhh. But then I stretched and took deep breaths while I was doing so and it helped a lot. Then I made lunch for myself and my roommate and now I have tabasco on my undershirt, which just makes me feel really gross. I hate when perfectly white undershirts are no longer white.
the window is ten feet high and three feet wide
sun beams bounce off the dark water/and come through the clear glass, magnified.
standing here in the house on pacific coast highway/
given to me by a friend whose name is no longer important/my conscience is clean.
And the feeling of power like thick red wine/and it's 09:05 military time...
"The feeling of power like thick red wine." MMph.
Um, I am a fuck up. I may or may not go to any of my classes today. I just skipped my being class on the existence of G-d. I worry that I hate this shit. I worry that hating this shit means I'm not cut out for philosophy, and if I'm not cut out for philosophy, what am I cut out for? Realistically I think it means that there's lots of philosophy that I find frustrating and since lots of that kind has been encountered here in Dublin where I tend to sit on my fat lazy Irish ass instead of doing work I haven't even tried to engage it. I hope I don't fail my exams. Probably going to class would help with that. As much as I like my phil of mind teacher though, I just, hm, I mean why bother? If I go to class I'll have to leave in 10 minutes.
Well that was an easy decision. I'm gonna go make coffee.
Also I was feeling wicked stressed this morning cos everything is happening at once: paper due, Shani coming back, mom and Babou visiting, Taylor coming, another paper due, feeling apprehensive, finals, ahhhh. But then I stretched and took deep breaths while I was doing so and it helped a lot. Then I made lunch for myself and my roommate and now I have tabasco on my undershirt, which just makes me feel really gross. I hate when perfectly white undershirts are no longer white.
