Thank god all but a couple were for my project, now I don't have to keep chomping down on my nails all nervous and stuff about not being able to get all of my books read and the write up finished before the due date. Or at least, I'm hoping I will. I've got a decent chunk of them read so far, but... guh.
And since we're talking about Lit classes, I haven't even started my World Lit paper yet, which will be a pain in the ass to write, as all of those papers are.
However, I did take a break from my school reading to read my copy of Saul Williams's ,Said the Shotgun to the Head. For those of you who haven't heard of it (I'm guessing quite a few of you haven't), it is a 180-something page poem about a man so blown away by a kiss that it completely rattles his brain frequencies. It's intense, and very quotable and I love it and, if I had enough skin I'd get the entire effing thing tattooed on me this. instant.
But since I don't, I can only dream... and possibly settle for one of my favorites, of which there are many.
I'm fairly certain my math professor was drunk or at least slightly buzzed in class today. I mean, he usually goes off on tangents and acts rather flamboyantly, plus, he's always bitching about how the 6:30-9:15 class cuts into martini time, but uh... pretty sure he had martini time a little early this evening, because... homeboy was nuts.
Other than that, I really don't have anything all that exciting to talk about. I still haven't found the time to read City of Fallen Angels, which freaking slays me, because I've looked forward to this book for what feels like ages and it's just sitting in my room taunting me.
Gonna end this now, it's as close to a proper blog post as I've gotten in a few days, so... enjoy!
More to come tomorrow.
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