I'm spending the night out again...at a cafe. Reading everything to be had off of JSTOR about Melville's Redburn...and as I have been here for a number of hours that I am entirely too embarassed to mention (but I will say that I am surprised that this place hasn't started to charge me rent...) I figured I would take a moment to stop and blog. That way I will stop looking at the long, gorgeous case of desserts next to me.
1. Still debating about next present to promise myself for completing Redburn paper. T-shirt? Perhaps some Seu Jorge? What to do, what to do...?
2. Wore my Berkeley sweatshirt home from the gym today, in the cold, half-assed miserableness of the LA winter, and got a "Go Bears!" from a guy passing me on the sidewalk. Returned with "Go Bears!" and started feeling a little better about my day.
3. And about that sweatshirt...damn, sweatshirt. I have had my navy blue with yellow writing Berkeley sweatshirt since CalSO. July of 2001. That thing has been EVERYWHERE! Grand Canyon, all over the west coast, all over the east coast, hawaii...and it's not done. It's the most comfortable/comforting piece of clothing that I own. Best 38 bucks my Dad ever spent!
4. You. You all need to blog. Now. Do you know what you're doing to me? You're forcing me to find new (and more expensive) modes of procrastination. Buying myself presents? Do you think I would come up with that MYSELF if I were not forced, out of sheer necessity (trans. "boredom, nihilistic 9th week-induced panic that manifests as apathy) to spend my time at my desk searching amazon.com instead of reading the innermost thoughts of my dearest friends? There are scant few of you who are currently escaping my ire on said subject...but don't take that as an excuse to be lax. I've got my EYE on you. So step it up. Or I'm going to have to get a second job.
Okay, now back to the 'burn. And later, back to The 'Burn.
1. Still debating about next present to promise myself for completing Redburn paper. T-shirt? Perhaps some Seu Jorge? What to do, what to do...?
2. Wore my Berkeley sweatshirt home from the gym today, in the cold, half-assed miserableness of the LA winter, and got a "Go Bears!" from a guy passing me on the sidewalk. Returned with "Go Bears!" and started feeling a little better about my day.
3. And about that sweatshirt...damn, sweatshirt. I have had my navy blue with yellow writing Berkeley sweatshirt since CalSO. July of 2001. That thing has been EVERYWHERE! Grand Canyon, all over the west coast, all over the east coast, hawaii...and it's not done. It's the most comfortable/comforting piece of clothing that I own. Best 38 bucks my Dad ever spent!
4. You. You all need to blog. Now. Do you know what you're doing to me? You're forcing me to find new (and more expensive) modes of procrastination. Buying myself presents? Do you think I would come up with that MYSELF if I were not forced, out of sheer necessity (trans. "boredom, nihilistic 9th week-induced panic that manifests as apathy) to spend my time at my desk searching amazon.com instead of reading the innermost thoughts of my dearest friends? There are scant few of you who are currently escaping my ire on said subject...but don't take that as an excuse to be lax. I've got my EYE on you. So step it up. Or I'm going to have to get a second job.
Okay, now back to the 'burn. And later, back to The 'Burn.
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