Dec. 4th, 2008

karanguni: (RAHM chibi)
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You know that song by Madonna? Four minutes? To save the world? I FEEL LIKE THAT RIGHT NOW.

THINGS I HAVE TO DO IN THE NEXT SIX HOURS

[] Ten minute nap so that you don't pass out
[] Print out reading for class
[] Print out photographs and write notes for tutors
[] GET YOUR FUCKIN' PROM CLOTHES INTO A FUCKIN' BAG SO THAT YOU DON'T FUCKIN' GO TO PROM NAKED TOMORROW NIGHT
[] Pack your tights/scarves/gloves/oddities so that you don't fuckin' FREEZE TO DEATH
[] Register for LNAT, you silly bitch
[] Common Application essay, WHY HAVE YOU NOT WRITTEN THIS, WHAT DO YOU THINK UNIVERSITY APPLICATION IS, A FANFICTION FIESTA?
[] Vassar/NYU/Brown supplement essays. FOR GOD'S SAKE JUST WRITE THEM. WRITE THEM. WRITE THEM.


HI BY THE WAY IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY GIVEN ME YOUR ADDRESS FOR A CHRISTMAS CARD, give to it me, give it to me, give it to me. I'll be writing them on the airport, in the cab, on the plane, in transit, ANYPLACE THAT ISN'T MY HOME COUNTRY, and I have to pack sufficient cards into my luggage next to the PARTS OF MYSELF WHICH WILL HAVE FALLEN OFF BY TOMORROW NIGHT. ♥

ALSO, [livejournal.com profile] pere_chan, I am so sorry that I haven't replied to your email yet, I WILL AT AROUND 2 AM OR SOMETHING AJLSKFJSLKAFJLKSAJF

COME ON K YOU CAN SLAP THIS LIKE A BITCH HO, LET'S GO GO GO GO ♥

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax