Finals Week: A Still Life.
Freelance Whales - Aeolus
Keep me in your warm arms, my love, cradle me while I unhinge my neurons
(Source: Spotify)
The drama continues.
There’s a big hot mess going on with the program. Long story short, we need to get our shit together. There is a looming threat of everyone 3rd year and under (that includes me, of course) dropping out or transferring.
I don’t want to transfer. I’d prefer to stay here. But I think if I had to….I would try for Drexel. They have a good forensic program.
I’ve been working pretty hard trying to finish all my finals. I still have three papers to turn in, two presentations, and an essay-based exam.
Back to it.
The last week or so I have been living on a weird, awful rollercoaster where the dippy bits are pure exhaustion and the uppy bits are fiery agitation, and it feels like there’s not a lot of the flat boring bits where I feel like a human.
Yaayy?
I’ve pre-sorted it into “on the floor” and “not on the floor”.
There’s always money in the banana stand. (at Columbus Circle)
Daughter - Touch
Love, hunt me down. I can’t stand to be so dead behind the eyes. And feed me, spark me up. A creature in my blood stream chews me up so I can feel something, so I can feel something. Give me touch, ‘cause I’ve been missing it. I’m dreaming of strangers kissing me in the night just so I….just so I can feel something, can feel something, can feel something, can feel something. You steal me away with your eyes and with your mouth, and just take me back to a room in your house and stare at me with the lights off to feel something…to feel something, to feel something, to feel something. In the night, in the night, in the night can we touch, in the night, ‘cause I’ve been missing it.
(Source: Spotify)
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