That Twilight Hour

It's almost midnight. About to start writing my week-late paper. Meeting with Mickenberg tomorrow to discuss 'my problems in school' which she sensed after reading my journal reflection. I really have had problems in school this semester, serious ones. Funny enough, three grades have been finalized. A, A-, B, with no worse than B (and possibilities for an A-) guaranteed in my Ibsen class and depending on Mickenberg's disposition I'll probably do okay in 1960's. Lol. So much for failing. I don't know how I get away with this kind of shit. This semester will probably end up being one of my better ones.

Been cooped up here with David doing the research. He's in the same boat as I am, except his paper is 16 pages and has to be in Spanish. It's strange. Now that the deadline has been blurred I don't feel as though the assignment is a burden, it's actually somewhat enjoyable. As it should be.



Listening to the best section of any song ever recorded. This Will Destroy You's 'The World Is Ours', from 3:54 - 5:31 (and some after) is seriously incredible. Of course I'm the only person weird enough to just sit and listen to that 90 seconds over and over for an hour.

Thinking about things. Wondering what my vision is. Wondering how it is that I have everything so good yet want out all the same. Great friends, great school, great city, great family. Great dog. Great life. Great. Great possibilities, passions. Great. Don't like being emotionally invested in anything other than the Twilight Hours yet want to be a part of everyone and everything everywhere. Where to go from here. Why to go there. My past fuels me, for better or worse. So dependent on keeping it around.

I want to move.

I wonder what Guss is doing.