Yoga like calm...or is that sleep deprivation

i 'wouldn't call myself sleep deprived in the least. in fact I'm diligently developing my talent for being able to wake up at whatever time i want. I just go to sleep and tell myself 6:43, then i picture the time as if i was looking at it on my clock, and next thing i know I'm waking up and it is the time on my clock...of course some times its a bit palindromic or dyslexic...3:46 or 4:36 but its close... So it project season. Generation just sent out its call for submissions on Friday. super exciting. im writing again, finally; that was a far too long silence, it was a weight after Kendall's death, in a way i didn't realize it would be...last term was a fight every step, then i went to see some other peoples projects (the STITCHES display at school, Jackie's couch book, Michelle's mission to cut her electronic ties, a film here, a new language there) and finally my own projects are waking up and having a good morning stretch. 

A new play, i just finished a book Miss Baker gave me, i will supply a review some other time tho, i've stopped drinking for a bit, perhaps till after my first rugby game...detoxing i guess. Started back at the gym, more physio but i haven't gone back to those women...they were too much for me, just fixing my knee on my own.

 Im going to go for acupuncture as soon as I accept the fact that Sun will put needles through the incision scars (which seems like the most painful think i can imagine at the moment, although my breasts are doing a good job challenging that thought). Oh and i made roast beef, to a resounding success, i think it must be that roasting pan, whatever i do in it turns out good... i may have nearly killed one of my Jade plants, it was thoroughly neglected, she's got a priority seat by the window now however, i wouldn't forgive myself for killing her in neglect. 

but i have been organizing my millions of photos and started photoshopping all those hundreds that needed a "touch up" i think i might get some images blown up for the walls...yeah, that would be nice. anyway, projects Ony, always only projects. picked up, and paid for.

academic seppuku

Because i am trying to learn more about Japanese culture, i have decided to commit academic seppuku to better understand how honour systems work. 

They say a Samauri struggles not just for excellence in his defence of his master, but excellence in all aspects of life. I agree, that such excellence is an honourable and noble venture, and so have decided that i will continue with my 5 course course load, not because i have five credits required to graduate (as it is i only need four) but because the fifth course with Jacobs seems totally wicked...eh hem. So i will strive for the same excellence i think most appropriate to the life of a wannabe samauri appreciater. however, should i fail in this attempt i have a mount of term papers and text books which i will launch myself off of...should be fun. So anyway. homework time. atta.

Things that make me happy

Laryngitis. Back to school homework. Creative writing class. Biking to school in the snow, when the snow stops 45 seconds after i have arrived (cause i love biking in the snow when it snows for weeks after i do it and i can sit in the office and watch it snow on the world and think i still get to bike home to hot chocolate in this). Working. 

being an asshole.