lithe

i am supposed to be asleep right now, but my fingers are itching

today has been more kind than sour, flowerless but nevertheless,
i shouldn't raise my expectations to the roof considering the (unfortunate) 3 : 20 ratio in class

the morning had been liberating when i left for some solitude before lectures, & i think it is these nuances that i will miss in time to come

it is as kate moss puts it "the morning has buoyed her somehow, its small beauties...she craves it now, this feeling, she can tell there's something waxing in her, like the moon. she can feel her own forces gathering--slowly as the morning light. she loves it, she really does, her life-- the sudden boundlessness of her choices. if she could only remember this."

had class lunch after school, took an fad commemorative photo, & left for the library after that to pay my pathetic 20 cent fine, (marcia commented that i "don't look like a library person" haha)
so many books i want to devour but i should have known that i should have done it sooner, much sooner

soon the workload is going to be a burden
soon i will have to compromise my leisure reads
no, i refuse

shelving dostoevesky at some intervals for triple plath time (poor d. is always the victim of momentary abandonment), can't wait to digest all of them

take five tomorrow, praying for good weather
hu hutalu bingu bingu