Smudged Mirrors

April 17, 2010

The Usual

The Usual

I wish I could think of a way to make the title of this post metaphorical for my own life. It sounds symbolic, but of what, I don’t know.

I’m quite sure I’m in a state of delusion right now, but I am tackling my big school papers s-l-o-w-l-y, really taking my sweet time. Never mind that I’m presenting on one Monday and turning in another Tuesday. Now that I’ve finally begun, the reading is damn interesting. Tonight I opted to stay in rather than go to a party with Patrick so I could continue to browse articles on meat-eating, vegetarianism, femininity, and masculinity. (I originally wrote “browser” for “browse” and “eat-meating” for “meat-eating” in that sentence. Surely that says something about my current state of mind. Smudged mirrors, I tell you.)

Got Pandora playing some combination of Sia, Fiona Apple, Regina Spektor, Ingrid Michaelson, and a bunch of other ladies. Drinking Sprite, having decided that finals-time calls for soda, which I rarely have in the house. Itching, dying, bursting at the seams to be relaxing in my bathing suit at the beach, or visiting friends in my hometown, or spending time with Patrick’s family in South Florida. Have heard from four prospective organizations about potentially working or interning with them this summer; will interview with three of them, and have to teach a lesson for the fourth. Three are in New York City.

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Somehow I just ended up writing a tangent about the trials of being a thirteen-year-old girl and how badly I wanted to be an actress when I was a kid. Think I’ll cut and paste that stuff in a private entry. I need sleep.

The Usual

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