the day peaked between 10 and 11. alllllllll downhill from here.

forgot completely about the woolfe letter. stupid, stupid, stupid. so must must must get to a lab today that isn't this one - since the imacs won't read my disc, i don't think - and finish it, so i can send it and get my opinion known.
not that i think he'll care, but hey. worth trying.

so, today i thought, okay,i'll be a good student and study for my midterms next weeek. afte all, i have several hundered pages to read in my modern china history book, two more novels to finish, a few articles to read, notes to go over, and _all_ of my other history class to teach myself, since the prof isn't doing it.
but hey, i don't feel like studying, so i'm pissing around on the computer, after which i'll... walk whyte ave or something. buy yet another book that i won't have time to read until... whenever.

i can't type today. like usual. time to give up on it for now maybe.

so. i have nothing important to say. and my discman batteries are dying. they certainly won't last me the trip home. damn suburbs. okay, i liked living where i did when i was a kid, but these new suburbs? evil. the houses are too large and too many. no one is ever outside because there's apparently nothing to do on a street of houses. no stores, no commercial areas, nothing. but fucking houses. did i mention i hate suburbia?

i hate suburbia.

i do.

no way in or out.

"suburbia breeds angst. angst breeds poetry. poetry breeds headaches." thank you, kam.

-k