Saturday October 18th, 2008 @ 1:28 PM
Filed under: now
I’m thinking about feeling nothing but feeling. That’s not what I’m feeling, it’s what I’m thinking.
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I’m thinking about feeling nothing but feeling. That’s not what I’m feeling, it’s what I’m thinking.
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I like fashion.
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Did I say okay when you asked me to tell you everything that was wrong with your life?
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I’ve been looking and thinking about Michelangelo’s David for so long that I actually like the name David now. I would expect the opposite because if I were saying the word David again and again and again I’d forget how to say it and hate it probably also. In addition, it’s not as if it’s one of my favorite sculptures and I don’t even idealize that physique. I need another inch - of softness.
Still, my dog or my son will be called David unless tomorrow comes first.
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I’m in midterm madness. I was very intimidated by this one course but now, going over my notes, I realize how wonderful I am at note taking. Mostly because I can listen and type simultaneously, the information coming in and being recorded all in THE NOW.
But to confess, it’s like I’m learning the content for the first time. All the information is new, which is at least engaging. Hopefully this time around I’ll consume and not excrete.
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I did schoolwork all day long (when I’m in school I want to be out of school when I’m out of school I want to be in school when I’m in school I feel like I’m being programmed when I’m out of school…I have no excuses except for myself as to why I couldn’t make it work) and then I biked downtown to do errands like pick up my prescriptions and meat balls and seaweed and mushrooms and pasta and olives and a banana peanut butter muffin.
I slept 1.5 hours last night. I do not do this on purpose. When I get something close to eight hours the clarity, both in thought and vision, is startling. I’m writing a script for a video project and I honestly forgot how to make a sentence. I couldn’t figure out how to put my words together.
Now I will try to forget mount overwhelm. Not that I even know its specs as I’m so far from even the bottom. I can only see it because the land is flat and the sky is empty. The unknowns make it especially difficult to prepare for the climb. My unrelated plan is to watch HBO’s In Treatment in isolation. I’m in love with the male psychologist or rather the show’s writers. No surprises regarding the former.
And I’m having trouble finding the point and everything makes sense.
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i want i want i need i have to
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