it's binder cleaning time...

Which means, of course, I'm coming across some of the old bits and pieces of poems finished and unfinished, between-class scribbles and things with a small amount of actual thought in. Guess what that means. General disclaimer: a whole lot of .... before lines generally means I'm trying to tab over and remembering that I can't. In spite of how it looks, it doesn't necessarily signal a pause. Er, never mind. Hurrah for the wonders of white font on white background.


( autumn )

( Angry At You )

( flow )

things I have to do

I have to write that English essay, prosecuting Lady Macbeth. Which is silly because everyone in the class who's got the other side is just gonna use the insanity defense, and really, how do you argue that? "No, she was sleepwalking and discussing damned spots because she was completely one hundred percent conventionally not crazy at all! Really!"

I have to get this college stuff dealt with. I'm afraid my subconscious thinks I'm gonna get in to MIT, which is unlikely, but somewhere deep down evidently I believe I will. Pfft. Or, at least, that's my excuse for not thinking about other places nearly as seriously as I should. WPI, RIT, RPI, my stepdad's pushing Bowdoin which doesn't sound bad. Anyone who's got a favorite other techish school in the New England area, feel free to mention it... I think I might apply to Wellesley -- though the more I think about it, the more I wonder how I'd do in an all-girls school. It's not that I want someone to date, it's that many of my friends are guys, and guys (pardon my stereotyping) are more likely to share common interests with me, it seems, like tabletop and video game RPGs, for instance. But Wellesley does have the lovely MIT class exchange thingie, and that appeals to me. Going to MIT even if I'm not going to MIT, am I obsessive much?

I should at least review a bit before my physics test, but I'm pretty sure that's not gonna happen. I don't even know if I have astronomy homework. I am such a slacker. I blame pms, and my severe need of a vacation.

ha!

Lady Macbeth didn't start sleepwalking until after she'd been an accessory to murder one. The onset of her insanity was after she'd done the crime, so it's no excuse.

So there, group number four in my Shakespeare class! Mua ha ha ha!

... I need sleep. I think I'll go to bed now. (At a whopping eight forty two pm. I really live on the wild side, huh?)