this year is the first time in my life [ i think ] that i have openly defied my parents more than once in any given week. in fact, i dont think that i have ever disobeyed my parents so much. this conversation has taken place very numerous times during the past monthish:
"julie, you can not stay awake all night. we are your parents and we absolutely forbid it. you must get some sleep."
"parents, too bad. i have to do some work or a lot of it, so i am not going to sleep. i shall openly defy you regarding this matter."
and my life is going something like this: in the christmas-gift-sort-of-bags from work, every one got some playdoh and a candy cane (??).
my candycane broke, and i got black playdoh.
i didnt even know they made black playdoh and i did a whole report about playdoh once.
and my to-do list is about the size of the those epics poems that im trying to write about. and before everything is crossed off the list, there might be just as much pain, violence and bloodshed as in those epic poems too: either i am going to be dead, or one or two of my professors will be. [but dont anyone go call the police or something, i dont have time for that.]
but eventually, i will get my stuff done. i know it. i'll finish it all about the time it stops raining in jackson, which will be about the time that hell freezes over.
and i know im not the only one who is feeling like this. so we should all start a club: the hey-lets-chew-gum-so-we-arent-fat-cause-we-stress-eat-when-we're-stressed club. and we shall blow bubble gum bubbles in our spare time, [except we dont actually have any of that,] and the bubbles will remind us of...something......
...like christmas....ornaments...or something....which will remind us of break--huzzah!--which will remind me of the fact that i havent bought any christmas presents except for one, which i bought on accident today, which will remind me that i am generally just a awful person who is generally incapable [even though i trytrytry to be good and un-needy and capable and stuff], which will remind me that i do indeed need Jesus, a nap, a hug, and a milkshake, and probably in that order.
Posted 12/7/2004 1:31 AM
Saturday, September 22, 2007
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