The purpose of predicting the future, of anticipation and foresight, is to mold, affect the future when it becomes present.
[If you can’t change the future, then what good is the knowing what’s coming before it comes?]
“Later is always later… the future is always later..”
Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins – You Are What You Love Snow Patrol – Run Regina Spektor – Samson Blue October (with Imogen Heap) – Congratulations Imogen Heap – Hide and Seek Nick Drake – One of These Things First
If you’ve been up really late, watching too much television/computer screen, or crying buckets, you’re left with unhappy-looking evidence on your face, generally in form of puffy/squinty/bruised eyes.
And then everyone asks you why and it’s rarely a cheerful/useful exchange, so usually preferably avoided, neh?
To alleviate the physical/aesthetic symptoms, the first and main thing to do is the cover the area around your eyes (specifically right beneath — the “bag” area) with vaseline or some other intensive cream lotion..
So many words in the English language, and so many negative ones and curse words..
I think when you have something really heinous and curse-worthy and reprehensible to describe, then the words feel so fictional… like bad illustrations of reality; they can’t quite reach the truth.
Dream involved some sort of class and group assignment…
School/class-related dreams disconcert me a bit, actually… this one wasn’t like the others, but I have had dreams about life in academia where I think I’m back in school and have been neglecting one/some of my classes and all of a sudden all this work is due or I haven’t been attending any of my Tues and Thurs classes or I haven’t turned in any math homework since the beginning of the semester. Those are not comfortable, and while I don’t panic in the dream and seem willing to figure it out somehow, I am ever so glad to wake up and reason out after a few minutes that all of it was not real.
Okay, but while last night’s(/this morning’s) dream had to do with class/assignment, it wasn’t really like the others…
Thank goodness for today being a Sunday rather than a Monday.
Kept thinkng that all through the night..
A Saturday would be preferable, but I’m just SOO glad that it’s a Sunday, tho it feels such like a Monday.
My hair is awesome right now. At this very moment.
It’s such a good thing I’m about to put it on a pillow and roll around on it for the next 147835023589 hours.
Eh. Sleep is a good cause.