Grad School Blues
Adam: “This little piggy went to the library; this little piggy went to the coffee shop to study; this little piggy went running; and this little piggy forgot her reusable bag; and this little piggy cried ‘Wee wee wee! I have so much work to do!” Me: “Waaaaaahhh! That’s my life right there!”
treesquirrrel: That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.
Notice how I haven't updated in awhile?
It’s because it’s Winter Break and I’ve been out—doing things.
Books as Bookmarks
I just keep asking myself:
“Why don’t you own a history of German verse yet?”
Last night, I threw my secondary literature off the bed and cuddled up with Seamus Heaney. I read the collection Death of a Naturalist (1966) and a few poems from Door into the Dark (1969). Needless to say, I slept well, and more eloquently.
homemade cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes
and toasted walnuts
2 Faust 2 Furious
imma research all night long saint veronica and her veil how hafis gonna talk a goethe when he dead?
How to turn this pile of library books into two coherent research papers?
Guess who's driving to Arizona tomorrow night?!
And pumpkin gingerbread baking in the oven. Bedtime draws nigh.
My apartment's new decorations: