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Listening: My Invitation - Sarah Slean
Damn the angry voice that keeps us quiet
The editor whose work is never done
Keeping pretty words between my teeth
And sweet confessions underneath my tongue.
She has such an awful lot of soldiers
Quite a lovely army, all her own
Night and day they stand before the fortress
Very safe, but very all alone...
The Marchioness has been indisposed as of late. The stress of MUN from the mid-September to mid-December period has degenerated into my being a purely social animal capable of functioning only in the presence of others. As such, I have spent the last month or so just staying out all hours with my wonderful partners-in-crime. Things have been pretty hectic in the interim, and I'm pretty exhausted. Dare I say that I'm actually looking forward to getting back to MUN? It gives my life a somewhat pressing sense of urgency, which it has been lacking as of late. Going back to MUN will actually force me to say, "Oh, maybe I should lie down and get some sleep, rather than staying up until 7 in the morning just for kicks".
I'm retarded. But moving on.
Not much has happened, aside from the usual shenanigans, and an amazing improv comedy show by Colin Mochrie and Brad Sherwood. I would love to go back, once more, just to experience that side-splitting hilarity consisting of The Mousetrap Game and Grand Theft Rhinocerous.
Matt is planning a ski trip for winter break! Kathleen, Cole, and I all want to go super bad and as I type this I am begging Benji to do the same. Matt's dad apparently offered him the use of a cabin up in Marble Mountain somewhere. Cole's mom didn't scream an outright "No" and my mom is cool with it as long as the weather cooperates, but things won't be solidified until later in the semester. Can't hurt to be a bit excited already, though! ...Can it?
My courses begin at 10 tomorrow morning! *minor panic* No wait. Tomorrow is looking like a wonderful first day to have, for several reasons: one, because I only have two classes with an enormous gap between them for fun and games; two, because they are both my Classics courses; and three, because they are both with people I adore. The first will be Greek and Roman Mythology at 10, and this class will be partaken of with Rae. Then I have an enormous gap in between, followed by Roman Civilization at 2 with none other than Cole.
Yes, Cole. I know you are all horrendously jealous right now, but... y'know. I can't help but feel sorry for you.
In an uncharacteristically short post, I will have to bid my lovelies goodnight. I didn't sleep as well as I hoped last night (going to bed at 7 a.m., me?) so now I'm all "Hm, sleep might be good, yes indeed". So of course the instant I go upstairs I'm gonna be all "Hm, maybe I will write a bit, yes indeed" because I do that. Adieu, my loves.
Icarus would like to be loved for stupid reasons.
Damn the angry voice that keeps us quiet
The editor whose work is never done
Keeping pretty words between my teeth
And sweet confessions underneath my tongue.
She has such an awful lot of soldiers
Quite a lovely army, all her own
Night and day they stand before the fortress
Very safe, but very all alone...
The Marchioness has been indisposed as of late. The stress of MUN from the mid-September to mid-December period has degenerated into my being a purely social animal capable of functioning only in the presence of others. As such, I have spent the last month or so just staying out all hours with my wonderful partners-in-crime. Things have been pretty hectic in the interim, and I'm pretty exhausted. Dare I say that I'm actually looking forward to getting back to MUN? It gives my life a somewhat pressing sense of urgency, which it has been lacking as of late. Going back to MUN will actually force me to say, "Oh, maybe I should lie down and get some sleep, rather than staying up until 7 in the morning just for kicks".
I'm retarded. But moving on.
Not much has happened, aside from the usual shenanigans, and an amazing improv comedy show by Colin Mochrie and Brad Sherwood. I would love to go back, once more, just to experience that side-splitting hilarity consisting of The Mousetrap Game and Grand Theft Rhinocerous.
Matt is planning a ski trip for winter break! Kathleen, Cole, and I all want to go super bad and as I type this I am begging Benji to do the same. Matt's dad apparently offered him the use of a cabin up in Marble Mountain somewhere. Cole's mom didn't scream an outright "No" and my mom is cool with it as long as the weather cooperates, but things won't be solidified until later in the semester. Can't hurt to be a bit excited already, though! ...Can it?
My courses begin at 10 tomorrow morning! *minor panic* No wait. Tomorrow is looking like a wonderful first day to have, for several reasons: one, because I only have two classes with an enormous gap between them for fun and games; two, because they are both my Classics courses; and three, because they are both with people I adore. The first will be Greek and Roman Mythology at 10, and this class will be partaken of with Rae. Then I have an enormous gap in between, followed by Roman Civilization at 2 with none other than Cole.
Yes, Cole. I know you are all horrendously jealous right now, but... y'know. I can't help but feel sorry for you.
In an uncharacteristically short post, I will have to bid my lovelies goodnight. I didn't sleep as well as I hoped last night (going to bed at 7 a.m., me?) so now I'm all "Hm, sleep might be good, yes indeed". So of course the instant I go upstairs I'm gonna be all "Hm, maybe I will write a bit, yes indeed" because I do that. Adieu, my loves.
Icarus would like to be loved for stupid reasons.
posted by Icarus at 6:17 PM
2 Comments:
you are loved because your teeth dont fall out every time you talk...that a stupid enough reason for ya? :P
- Benji
Hoorah!
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