one of my favorite parts of the cast recording (since i can’t say show, since i haven’t watched it yet. -_____-) is the part in “thank goodness” where glinda is just like, “we couldn’t be happier…” (that whole part) and the way she sounds is like, “bitch, who you kiddin’?”
but also because it isn’t like overtly anything, but just a slice of sigh. that’s what i think of when i think of that moment. that and a sort of side smile that doesn’t quite reach the eyes.
because i’m a humanities major.
fuck that shit.
i was just thinking about how the distance that is placed by time can be so effective in disconnecting you from something you once thought or felt. almost as if it didn’t happen or matter as much as it used to. especially when you thought it was worth so much of who you thought you were.
thoughts, people, concepts, things, ideas.
making lists and making plans about the courses i’m taking. check marks for what i have done and what i will do. considering minors instead of just second majors. no lie, this is actually quite fun.
LOL, i need to also start talking to the undergraduate advisor(s) to make sure i’m on track and double check the stuff i’m taking. for sure, i’m on track for english and if i plan and do well enough, i can be halfway through the major by the end of my sophomore year. 3 of 12 classes done so far! and if i pass my cogsci class, i’ll be 4/7ths done with breadth requirements. aw yeah!
EDIT:
also, because i passed English 45A and English 117B, i can declare! yesss. goal of this school year, you have been achieved.
(stalkerrr)
you are ridiculous. so, so ridiculous.
but i won’t fault you for feeling the way you do or making the choices you make, whether they seem to be a mistake to me or not. when it comes down to it, it really doesn’t matter what i think. but really, that won’t prevent me from having thoughts or opinions.
Give A Little Love-Noah And The Whale
Well my heart is bigger than the earth
And though life is what gave it love first
Life is not all that it’s worth
i wanted to express myself very fully and thoroughly about this year, but every time i try to write something out, i always feel like i have to stop myself. i’ll just save it for my private journal and say right now that this year was one of the most difficult/loneliest/hardest/busiest/funnest/amazing school years thus far.
many things fun stuff, bitches.
sweet. freedom!
just keeping in mind that it’s okay if i fail; failure is an option, but that doesn’t mean i have to stop trying.
just spent the last 4 hours mega-cramming for shakespeare. it was like a mini-rundown of all of landreth’s lectures. oh my gosh. 11 hours from now, i’ll be walking out of that final and finished with my first year at cal. i need to fucking finish cramming this bitch into my head.
15 passage IDs and two essays stand in my way of summer time bliss. and yes bitches, i know it technically isn’t summer yet.
don’t let your failures define you.
(because today all i want to do is fucking crawl into my bed back home and sleep this whole week off, but i can’t. because i have one more final left to fuck me over. i just need some positivity right now.)
my quote of the night. and yes, i made that exact face.
english 117b, you’re killing me just by merely existing.
