Okay so what do I all have to finish? 1. finish editing Glassie Essay. 2. Edit poem and then print it and the black and white photo of Eros and Psyche. 3. Start editing one poem a day for the chapbook due at the end of the year 4. start studying for world lit final 5. edit the other papers for Glassie if he ever sends them 6. memorize poem 7. revise the research paper for Friday April 28th 8. group project
So I still have a lot to do but it is quickly becoming numbered. This is my favorite scene besides their marriage scene.
Anyway, I figured out why I didn't want to go home. Because I knew I would want to stay home. That I would want to live with my family and Jake his family, it would hurt to leave. Now I am going to go back into New York at midnight, on red alert not being able to relax for a while. I don't want to go on the subway but I don't want to spend the money for a cab. I can do this. Why I am worried. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
I am an adult who can walk five blocks. I can keep an eye out walk quickly and navigate the subway. I have been living in New York for (well since September all the way to April and an extra two weeks for May and August so...)nine months. Wow, I am such a hermit. I am such a hermit. I am such a hermit. Next year I need to get out more.
Go to time square. More readings, and apparently exciting ones because I only go to boring readings. Go to another movie. Visit awesome specialty shops. Go to more museums, only free ones. Go to more restaurants. Somehow do this with a job. Write more of my own stories.
Why is it when I am happy I don't feel like I writing but when I am sad it is so much easier? I mean shouldn't it be the other way around.Shouldn't I be so happy that I want to tell myself so I can always know. Why do I always watch sad movies that I know are going to make me cry. Why? Why? Oscar. Why did you have to die?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, That weird car comes in handy for carrying bodies. I wonder if they had that goal in mind when making a rectangular car. And his sister has one. I mean s
So I still have a lot to do but it is quickly becoming numbered. This is my favorite scene besides their marriage scene.
Anyway, I figured out why I didn't want to go home. Because I knew I would want to stay home. That I would want to live with my family and Jake his family, it would hurt to leave. Now I am going to go back into New York at midnight, on red alert not being able to relax for a while. I don't want to go on the subway but I don't want to spend the money for a cab. I can do this. Why I am worried. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
I am an adult who can walk five blocks. I can keep an eye out walk quickly and navigate the subway. I have been living in New York for (well since September all the way to April and an extra two weeks for May and August so...)nine months. Wow, I am such a hermit. I am such a hermit. I am such a hermit. Next year I need to get out more.
Go to time square. More readings, and apparently exciting ones because I only go to boring readings. Go to another movie. Visit awesome specialty shops. Go to more museums, only free ones. Go to more restaurants. Somehow do this with a job. Write more of my own stories.
Why is it when I am happy I don't feel like I writing but when I am sad it is so much easier? I mean shouldn't it be the other way around.Shouldn't I be so happy that I want to tell myself so I can always know. Why do I always watch sad movies that I know are going to make me cry. Why? Why? Oscar. Why did you have to die?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, That weird car comes in handy for carrying bodies. I wonder if they had that goal in mind when making a rectangular car. And his sister has one. I mean s
