Ides Of March/Buzzard Day
2004-03-15 @ 11:16 p.m.

Feel accomplished, because I actually did some work today! Not enough though, so I'm probably going to panic mid-week because none of the work that matters to me will have been done. Can you believe I only did Mathematics today? I hate that subject. I just couldn't bring myself to work on the new poem for practical criticism, much less write my poem for Artist Jam. Quite worried that I won't be able to complete my portfolio for CAP application, maybe I'll write at Chernise's house tomorrow, if I can find a spot to hide in for a while. I flipped through a Stephen King novel, and am nearing completion of Noctuary. Don't stone me, but I've decided that King isn't really all that great as he's hyped to be. His novels are fairly cookie-cutter, in that the horror element is always explicit. Ligotti, in my opinion, does far better with his short stories in Noctuary, because as the reader you're left with this disturbing feeling that something isn't quite complete with the tale; there's something left unsaid at the end that prevents total denouement taking place. Maybe I'm just biased. Maybe I should stop wasting my time reading authors whom I think are crap. Maybe I'm being an intellectual snob. Just maybe. Maybe I'll go back to Baudelaire now. Maybe I'll just go sleep so I won't be too stoned at the class gathering tomorrow. Just maybe...

This week:

Chocolate Week

Spring Fever Week