…except read two other books for school. At least one is a book of poetry about Kanye West, and the other, “The Bluest Eye”, is a book with not as many words on the page and, if it’s about what I think it is, something that I’d be interested in. I got the bad news that my military scholarship is done, and now I’m searching for more. I don’t know if I should since I only have a few more classes to complete before I’m done. If I wasn’t in a Final Fantasy daze, I would feel bittersweet.
My house is swarmed with bees, red wasps, and hornets. Spring is here alright, but I wish it could have left the infestation behind. It made it hard to jog. Night.
Finally, some warmth. Other than that it was a typical Sunday with a meeting in the morning and then a study just shortly afterward. I almost finished with “Lolita”. I got to the part where he visits her after so long and finds her pregnant with another man’s baby and had also ruined her life. Harsh. After a nice, warm jog, I jammed out to some Linkin Park while exchanging music with my mother from David Bowie, the Rolling Stones, Journey, and of course Linkin Park. Well, goodnight.
Boy, the cold is stubborn. Wish I could say the same to our now broke refrigerator (why is everything in our house malfunctioning?). The strange part of it all was that while I was jogging, it didn’t feel as cold as I thought it was. It was more like warm, chilly and I was like hoodie, no hoodie. It was headache weather. I didn’t realize there’s a poetry book about Kanye West. I posted a little poetry myself earlier called Two Become One. Hope you enjoyed it, and I will be leaving now.
Just a little poetry that I had whipped up for school. Enjoy.
TWO BECOME ONE
Some parts are indeed integral
Confined in the hearts of men
Those who seek digital immortality meet the fate of Gilgal
A soruce of bio-inspiration that which we call women
Be it risky hostile or hurricane sex
Project titan was a bust
A super massive hex
Lest the two are fusing we must leave it to rust
A telltale poem that remains in pieces
One that doesn’t end in triumph
Imparting words of advice chew them with Reese’s
Certain traumas don’t have a drop-off
I had to wake up earlier this morning, courtesy of my sister, because a guy was coming over to look at our washing machine. Just as well since my night wasn’t very good. I almost lost it when my mom asked me to pay him a hundred dollars (at least she was going to pay me back). Lucky it didn’t come to that. For the first time in what felt like a while, I had a free day (I did read a little of the book though). I even played a little Final Fantasy X (just a bit of level grinding). I wasn’t too thrilled that it was chilly, but I felt worse.
I was a beast at the test today. 69/70. Almost perfect. I was the first to walk out of the room too, and despite the next three lectures, a financial aid error, and filling out a form for registration, nothing could bring my mood down. It turns out I actually did my assignment right and since I did my essay and proofread it, all I need to do is turn it in. I got hungry in literature and went on a trip to the vending machine. It helped pass the time. We looked at taxidermy and fossils in creative writing (long story), and I tried those Neuro Sonic drinks while watching Final Fantasy lists. Today was awesome.
I had to book it today. So I spent a good minute on YouTube about how to speed read while reading of course. It was more effective since I got a good twenty pages done, but it’s not enough, and as if adding insult to injury, it turns out that I wasn’t supposed to turn in a rough draft, but an annotated bibliography (lucky I looked it up) so I sped through that assignment only to get confused about whether I not I should put the ones I had in my paper or not. I emailed her, but she was vague, saying put five secondary sources (thanks teach) so I just turned in what I did and hoped what I did is right. I also revised my rough draft. It took some work but I think I might have something. Then I did some mad studying before taking a small break and resume reading.
After a good day of editing, I took a small jog before more studying and reading. It’s been a long day.