the boron narratives

Thursday, January 29, 2004

in case you don't read priscilla's blog... dude, make sure to read this.

mwaha.

let's see. last night got to meet some alumni friends of the piratekids, who returned to see the moscow festival ballet with us. which i enjoyed, although ballet always makes me feel kinda like i'm missing something. same with classical music. also opera. (or, as i explained to julia, "i'm not really engaged by things in languages i don't know. or languages without words.") *shrug* it makes me feel kinda bad.. but i like words, okay? i do. when i go too long without hearing words i start talking to myself. (inside my head, i mean. not like i'm sitting there msting the ballet or anything.) but yeah, it was really beautiful. and terribly amusing when the fog machine set off the fire alarm... and from the angle we were sitting at, we could see the stage manager waving the dancer off stage, and she just got this look on her face like, "are you shitting me?" it was great.

rrr. i hate it when i finish writing something, and i go back and read it, and i have no idea if it's crap or not. none. like... i recognize some good stylistic things... and then i'm like "no, this paper is obvious and cliche and trite and aaah..." and then i'm like, "oh wait, i only think those conclusions are obvious because i just wrote them. right. but... what if they're obvious to everyone?! aah! ... oh, i'm just going to turn this in now."

had a really panicky dream last night, about being in a room with the oxygen being sucked out of it. usually i don't get freaked out by my dreams but i'm still sitting here being kind of edgy.

it's snowing. it's pretty. but also cold.

have a stats quiz today. oddly not concerned. *shrug*

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