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Before me are the profoundly vibrant green of a spring forest, the mild violet of distant hills, and the gleaming copper of sunrise. I can't imagine anything more beautiful. But this, after all, is the last clawing, gasping heave of spring semester, a time when dorm life waxes surreal as circadian rhythm becomes a contradiction in terms. I think the birds understand -- they sing tirelessly through the night, which I used to find disconcerting; but I've become like them, chattering messages to England at no particular hour of morning darkness.
It really is strange, how I feel this time of year. I love this building, all ten floors of rusting black steel, chipped brick, and stained concrete. I perversely savor my seldom singular sneezes, caused though they are by plant sperm being all up in my sinuses. Apparently I take delight in alliteration as well. I'd go on but I think it's my bedtime.
posted on Monday, April 30, 2007
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Last night, desperately trying to finish (or even start) my last Roman History paper, it occured to me that I've pulled all-nighters for five out of the six papers assigned for that class, i.e. all the papers I actually wrote. Today was the last day of classes, and now finals are all that remain. I'll probably go another night without sleep before the semester ends, but as long as it's not spent procrastinating on a writing assignment, I don't think I'll even mind.
I ran into Stapleton on campus a few days ago. I was staring absently out of a Top Lenoir window, chewing a tidbit of mystery meat, and noticed Chris Chilton down below, talking to someone who didn't look like a student. It was actually several minutes before I realized the non-student was Stapleton, and then I bolted down the rest of my meal and rushed out to join them. It felt great to be able to tell him I'm planning to finish a Latin minor.
I haven't slept in over forty hours, unless one counts the several dozen times I nodded off in the shower this afternoon. Time to change that.
posted on Saturday, April 28, 2007
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So I'm twenty now. Aging is getting old, so to speak.
What I liked best about today was my discovery that if I goose the pedals just right while shifting on my bike, I can feel the chain sliding between gears.
posted on Wednesday, April 25, 2007
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