Freelance Whales - Generator ^ First Floor
We get up early just to start cranking the generator
Our limbs have been asleep we need to get the blood back in 'em
We're finding every day several ways that we could be friends
We keep on churning and the lights inside the house turned on
And in our native language we are chanting ancient songs
And when we quiet down the house chants on without us
Something I need to do before I either die or succumb to a boring life of working 9-5: Read at least 10 (good) novels in a year. Sounds easy but I don't think I've done it since I was 12. I came quite close in summer 2008 when I was reading Battle Royale, my ninth one, until it was time for school again and I got preoccupied worrying about my schedule and quitting my stupid job. And for the rest of the year, I read nothing but textbooks since I had to take wintermester as well.
I'm not sure how accomplished I would've felt if I had completed 10 books anyway, since four of them were comprised of the Twilight Series (vomit). I don't regret reading them though, assuming they haven't killed any of my precious brain cells, since after completing them I now know how to appreciate quality literature.
It's depressing thinking about it since I'm pretty sure now that the list of "books I was in the middle of reading, but got distracted and proceeded to forget everything about it" has probably far outnumbered the list of total books I've read in the last 7 years or so. I could've spent all that twilight-reading time on finishing those, although I hardly remember any of them. I should really keep a list...
Now that it's August already, I'll probably only have enough time to read one novel after my summer class ends, upon which I will then forever be rid of organic chemistry I, hoorah! Well...that is if I don't blow my one whole week of summer break on video games, manga and/or sleeping.
Beirut - Guyamas Sonora
In the hall I heard your feints falling,
your trial and my corrections made.
You have all the prayers of my loose heart.
You have all the prayers that once had gone.
No I was not there on the church stairs.
The wind in my hair, fled through night's air
There's something about writing a four page essay (due tomorrow) that makes me want to shoot myself in the face. Hm, can anyone guess why? I guess I'm doing this to get myself in the writing mood - typically rare. So I decided to stay up tonight until I finished it. But I haven't even started and it's 6:23 am. Good job, Anh. The rough draft was due for peer critique umm..yesterday. But I skipped English class to get boba tea with Jane. She asked me what the prompt was; "Explain why you believe that race, class, and/or gender (sexuality) are socio-historical constructs". Then she looked at me and asked if I was even speaking English.
My life sucks. But it's my fault and that just makes it worse.