I will conjunction indtroduction my head to this desk

Premise 1: I am taking a logic exam Thursday
Premise 2: My brain does not comprehend math or anything like it
Therefore: I need valium

My mom knows my issues and she gently suggested I have a brandy milk punch before I take my exam.

Me: But Mom, my final is at 8am.
Mom: I know, that's why I suggested a brandy milk punch instead of wine.

Then she suggested the valium and I agreed, but I told her I don't have a dealer, so maybe I'd just wander into Washington Square Park around 1am. But she knows me too well and pointed out that with my luck I'd probably run into an undercover cop and then I'd definitely fail the exam because I'd be in jail. I'd rather do that than take the final, though...whatever life experience I'd gain would outweigh the bullshit of derivations.

Now I'm a free woman, then I buy drugs, now I'm in jail. Existential eliminate that!

.....

In other news, I take study breaks by looking up cheap apartments on Craigslist. Now being a savvy consumer, I like to know about the high and low ends of the product I'm buying. Like toilet paper. The generic brand does just fine, but really after looking at the superior, top-of-the-line Charmin, I will change my mind and splurge for the extra dollar.

Apply this philosophy to apartments and this is what you get:

The Penthouse at the Pierre Hotel, 795 5th Ave.
$70 million (monthly maintainance: $38,720)
16 rooms (5 bedrooms, 7 bathrooms, a library and lots of other stuff)
"The living room is considered the most magnificent privately owned room in the world.'

So I emailed that to my parents. They haven't said anything, so they haven't said no, and for now I think that means yes...

...which is a testament as to why I probably will not do well on my logic final.

HURRICANE LENORE!

sort of, yes!

There is a lot of wind going on outside my window and I'm pretty damn sure I haven't heard the comforting sounds of something like a dog dragging a newborn through a canyon since Katrina.

that is what the wind sounds like, to me.

'tis the wind and nothing more...rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

Something of the above was written by Edgar Allen Poe. Guess what part.

I did some wikiwandering today (ask me anything about the Astor family) and a lot of studying. I also ran a 5k. And made quesedillas.

And now I'm really tempted to rewatch Epstein's Fall of the House of Usher on google video but I'll restrain myself. Partly because it scares the hell out of me and I should go to sleep.

Except now I have the Raven stuck in my head. GOOD. great job, mb, because you know it's not like you have 2 finals and a paper to write and all you can think of is someone tapping, tapping at my chamber door...



Lenore?

AHH!

urghgherekm

when i'm hung over and putting off studying, i play some classical music and read new york mag because something needs to seem civilized in the midst of my empty twix and hershey nugget wrappers.

wow, well the gladiator soundtrack is not classical music, last.fm...but i can forgive that because it reminds me of my wandering through wheat fields as my hands lightly grazed over the thigh-high grass with my heart beating in anticipation of seeing my wife and child after a long battle and hoping there's some bloody slab of meat waiting on the table for me days.

except then i found my villa burned and my family burned to a crisp and hung from a tree...but that's another soundtrack..Oops I Did It Again?

i'm not sure if i'm hung over or just disgusted with life.

it's the former but i'm still in denial about last night so sometimes i convince myself it didn't happen and am just left wondering why i feel so crappy.

stop typing and get your chakra in line, mb.

ok.

I came from the bayou, the soup of creation

I said "more on this later" but I'm bored by that cliffhanger so forget it.

The most going on in life right now is Kant and questions about the future. Kant's sort of blowing my mind so I'll save that for my intellectual hipster blog that I pretend I don't have.

?'s about the future are tedious and expected for a 21 year-old, much like drug tests and career fairs. I don't know, maybe other people enjoy that stuff but all these learned, inspirational old people keep telling me to live in the now and all I find myself doing is planning for the future by pimping what I've done in the past.

So rather than answering everybody's question of "What are you doing after graduation?" with details I'll just leave it at "Being fabulous"

I figure that'll cover everything. And people may even think that I have a lucrative stock tip or something worthwhile up my sleeve...like a limited edition mr. potato head pez dispenser. That'd be hot. and it would actually fit up my sleeve.

Speaking of ample sleeves, I feel like every day of my life is still me slowly coming to grips with the fact that I wasn't born a gospel singer. Another thing I can't do: make a grits taco. It's a recipe I came up with last night as I was falling asleep and it just doesn't seem right. If anybody ever needs to eat a whole bunch of carbs at once, come to me and I'll cook you my delicious concoction.

A recipe that DOES work:
Tabasco with bread and cheese, grilled
1. add cheese to Tabasco
2. add bread to either sides of Tabasco concoction
3. grill

5 stars. Will definitely eat again.