July 2009
3 posts
When people tell me to write I don’t want to anymore.
Now using my original tumblelog →
I’ve now begun using my original tumblelog as I intended it—to put up photographs of my notebooks along with short excerpts of each notebook’s content. (Click the title of this post to see it.) I’m excited.
June 2009
6 posts
EN 219, fall semester '08 -- WALDEN discussion
Instructor: Why did he go to the woods?
Student: To spare the rest of us.
Blogs
I have all these blogs all over the Internet on different sites (and even sometimes under different usernames). And the problem is, I don’t know what to do with them. I really want to organize them, but I can’t.
And then there’s this other problem—kind of ridiculous, maybe, but it’s a problem nonetheless—I never actually intended anyone to read them.
And then...
Running from things
That’s what I’m doing.
By not finding a job/applying at enough places/going to ask if places are hiring, I’m avoiding rejection. Also avoiding actual WORK.
By going to coffee with this bad attitude, I’m keeping myself from having to think about things I don’t want to consider.
By sleeping all day and watching NCIS, I’m keeping myself from reading and writing...
Dating
It’s not seldom that I sit back and wonder what’s wrong with me that no one asks me out or apparently wants to date me.
And then it comes to me that, the last time someone was interested in me (and came into my dorm room, escorted by my currently-unavailable roommate who, by the way, sort of had a crush on him, and had concocted an elaborate scheme to woo me with Scrabble and songs on...
May 2009
2 posts
Customs form
So on my customs form, I was asked to list the things I had bought/acquired abroad and their approximate value in U.S. dollars. The form read as follows:
Misc. souvenirs: $200
Clothing: $220
Books: $380
April 2009
11 posts
Less clothing
“The police advised that you should not walk alone, especially at night.
Also, the police are concerned that when the weather gets warm, women
tend to wear less clothing, and that it may attract perverts.”
—a school email from my international university
It is Easter in Japan, and all I ask is that I get...
I am the bread of life He who comes to me shall not hunger He who believes in me shall not thirst No one can come to me Unless the father beckons And I will raise you up And I will raise you up And I will raise you up On the last day! The bread that I will give Is my flesh for the life of the world And if you eat of this bread You shall live forever You shall live forever And I will raise you up...
I like writing. :) I think maybe I forgot how nice it was to type out a reflection on my life…
March 2009
5 posts
I thought it was so cool that the cafeteria had sakura ice cream… until I remembered sakura are just cherry blossoms.
Everyone’s like, “What does it taste like?!”
Cherries.
YOUR FACE.
Life would be so much easier if guys who are jerks were never cute.
February 2009
26 posts
"March from Symphonic Metamorphoses" by Hindemith
I can’t listen to the “March” from Symphonic Metamorphosis on Themes of Weber by Paul Hindemith without remembering the honor band clinic I played it at.
There’s this part at the end where it builds up—all the instruments are layering their sound and then, cutting through it all, are these horn parts. When the clinician was trying to get that part to come out,...
Epic Email
I just received this email. I am in no way posting it as my own work but instead sharing its greatness.
Now that I’ve removed all the details that might identify where it is or who wrote it, it’s rather funny. But believe me—the first three sentences sounded all official and informative before I replaced the actual information.
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> the ——- visiting writers...
