Work On Who You Want To Be, But Dont Forget To Enjoy Who You Are

work on who you want to be, but don’t forget to enjoy who you are

30.09.21

“I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure if feel like it.” —J.D. Salinger

Today was a day, I guess. I’m not sure where it went, but I’ve been waiting to go back to sleep since I woke up. My essay is due tomorrow, but I’m just sitting here waiting. I got through a bit of my linguistics notes and with some discipline I’ll finish writing some more discussion board posts tonight.

“I can’t exactly describe how I feel, but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.” —F. Scott Fitzgerald

I’ll be going home for the weekend and with a minor miracle the rain will pass and I’ll be able to catch up on my coursework.

“Please believe that things are good with me, and even when they’re not, they will be soon enough.” —Stephen Chbosky

Tonight’s playlist:

Asleep—The Smiths

MLK—U2

Blackbird—The Beatles

26.10.21

“Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today.” —Robert Jordan

I was busy with assignments all last week, so I worked through the weekend. As of today, I’m still behind in one class and have some more assignments on the horizon.

Despite the strong odour of eschatological anxiety this creates, I’m focused on doing what I can. I did classwork for eight hours, plus two hours of studying for the LSAT with only one question wrong on a timed section of analytical reasoning. I did laundry. I exercised. I took care of myself. Lets hope I didn’t get too close to the sun.

the commandments of nihilinguism:

everything is a word

grammar is fake

any sound is a vowel if you scream it into the void

07.10.21

I feel like I got a lot done today, although the construct of time begs to differ. I’ll never get done enough to truly be satisfied, but I’m learning to be okay with that. I hope you—as I break my melancholic monologue to look directly into the Void—know the happiness that comes with a hopeful kind of yearning.

“Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' / We are not now that strength which in old days / Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; / One equal temper of heroic hearts, / Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will / To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.” —Alfred Lord Tennyson

coping mechanism is laying on floors