ah. once again, not working. i don't learn lessons easily; or at least i learn them and don't follothru. that great divide of body/mind. doing this leadership analysis management is, as i knew it would be, revelatory in that i'm writing about myself in microsoft word and handing it in. another grand gesture worthy of twyla tharp of course. this assignment - a combination of like the keirsey personality test (mentor, advocate, woheva) and just the freeflow of 2:30 and how i work in this group of actual peers.
everything is entrenched in very high-context significance right now. "long stories" all 'round. i rediscovered that site i used to love. and oh hit me again. dang one more for bjork. it helps me think to see other people thinking (duh). i'm failing all my classes. seriously, now (duh squared!). i don't know if my schedule next semester is wise (whoa.) like, where's printmaking!? if i take it, it'll be a 7th class. but maybe (if 5-8 on thursdays), kind of like a club? or...i don't know (x100) and that'll suffice for now.
today was just a day of incredibly highs, incredible lows. i predict myself in that. there are stages. isolation craving and dependence on text or gesture (ivory tower 1). euphoric and heartrending joy in the details of the world (american beauty 2). and smiling. i call the shots. then i shoot the shots! i was nearly manic after talking to my WATU fellow. then in a funk at mgmt sessions 1 1/2. beautiful boy check. woolgathering. prophylactics. pb and j. this could all be so easy.
everything is entrenched in very high-context significance right now. "long stories" all 'round. i rediscovered that site i used to love. and oh hit me again. dang one more for bjork. it helps me think to see other people thinking (duh). i'm failing all my classes. seriously, now (duh squared!). i don't know if my schedule next semester is wise (whoa.) like, where's printmaking!? if i take it, it'll be a 7th class. but maybe (if 5-8 on thursdays), kind of like a club? or...i don't know (x100) and that'll suffice for now.
today was just a day of incredibly highs, incredible lows. i predict myself in that. there are stages. isolation craving and dependence on text or gesture (ivory tower 1). euphoric and heartrending joy in the details of the world (american beauty 2). and smiling. i call the shots. then i shoot the shots! i was nearly manic after talking to my WATU fellow. then in a funk at mgmt sessions 1 1/2. beautiful boy check. woolgathering. prophylactics. pb and j. this could all be so easy.