Mary Versus the Trumpeting Legions of Apathy

You've been warned. Silence Dmitry Merejkovski How often I’ve wished to declare my love, But I don’t know how to say anything at all. I only thrill suddenly, strive forward... and stay silent: As it were, ashamed--I don’t dare say a thing. Your living soul is so close to me. Like everything mysterious, like everything uncommon, That all too frightening divine secret Love seems to me to speak of it. In us the better feelings, embarrassed and voiceless, And all that is holy is declared by silence: While glistening waves racket on the surface The sea deep keeps its silence.

I didn't get in a fender bender. I didn't cut open my hand on a tin can. My dog wasn't attacked by a Doberman. My landlord didn't evict me. My parents didn't get separated. My trousers didn't split in the middle of my dance number on stage in front of several hundred people. My hair didn't catch on fire. I didn't lose my take-home midterm for Critical Theory. My former companions didn't call me up to say that they decided to apostatize. I didn't get shut down by a boy I liked. I wasn't forbidden to play in a soccer championship because it clashed with my Punjabi traditions of women's roles. My brothers weren't drafted. I didn't get diagnosed with cancer. I wasn't kicked out of my home for my religious beliefs. The stock market didn't crash. Terrorists didn't bomb a US embassy. An untreatable plague did not strike major transportation hubs. An asteroid wasn't discovered hurtling towards earth. The undead did not rai...

I sure didn't. Dang. What I'm hoping is that the computer GRE, which is offered year-round up in the SLC will be just as good. Otherwise...well, maybe I'll join the peace corp. Or something.

Right when you're caught up, on top of everything, they hit you with the flu. And you discover that you can carve out 8 hours a day for napping. I'm going back to sleep.

I finished my paper for Wednesday on Monday. I finished my paper for today last Thursday. I'm caught up in all my reading and have been studying economics for a half an hour a day for a week. Sudden burst of responsibility? Show week. Any Given Second is given for just a second, and so I read over my cereal (I mean, literally, although I am in the habit of reading cereal boxes over and over), debate Roland Barthes between applications of mascara, and check my planner eight, nine, ten times a day. I have no evenings. I have little in the way of late afternoons. Until Sunday night I'm not guaranteed much in the way of nights, either. I've got a lot to do: it's a show week. And yet, some how... How is it that when I'm doing more, I do more? I've been working on my portfolio, my thesis, keeping my room clean. I checked out the Fall Styles Lucky (thank you eg) and started reading one of those masterpieces of literature that has hijacked me in my ignorance and helped ...

Hurrah, I'm caught up on my submissions!! Now if only they would catch up on publishing me.

So, cleaning out my room today I came across a bunch of paintings from high school. (Why haven't I painted since high school?) So I decided to get rid of them. (Ah, that's why I haven't painted since high school.) Nah, I think. Maybe Sarah will want one for her Wall. So I go by her house, it's 10:30 at night but maybe she's still up; it's a Saturday night, right? No answer at the door. And then so here I am. Hey, I have a scanning option on my new, free printer. I can put them up on my blog. So there you have it: buy my high school artwork, the angst, and all proceeds will go to the Perpetual Education Fund, so that someone out there will get some good out of this. The Rules: Bidding for each piece starts at 1 (one) dollar. Bidding opens tonight, October 6, 2007 and closes Hallowe en 2007. Bidd ing will tak e place here, responses on this blog entry unless you want to offer vast amounts of money fo r a piece and are embarrassed about out-bidding my mom, in which...

Look at me blogging! Look at me not being asleep like the entire rest of the day! Actually, sometimes I think I like the pain. No, not the pain, I hate the pain, but I like having had the pain; maybe it makes me empathetic. I cut two classes, but I did put on a suit jacket and get a free pen from Mercer. Sweet deal

Everything you wanted to know about me over the past few weeks. Much you didn't. Thesis Not coming along as well as one might hope although I made a startling discovery last week: if one works on one's thesis, it gets done-er. Not to say that I've actually finished the proposal yet, but I'm getting pretty close to it. It should be done by tomorrow, at least in draft. If you see me, please ask why I'm not currently working on my thesis. It's almost mid-term and this is supposed to take 3 semesters. Er. Social Life I did it. The big step, the social faux pas: I asked a boy out on a date. Boys in the audience, please weigh in on this. Is it offensive towards your sense of gender roles? Does it take the thrill of the hunt out of dating? Then ask me first. Okay, that sounded desperate. Just because it turns out I'm not so good at the planning the date thing. The play we were going to go to is sold out. Can I convince him that an evening at the International Cine...