Everything is Illuminated

Or it was slightly, fleetingly illuminated, a break in the clouds, the flash of a camera.

Deep breath. Done.
Prediction of snow: high.

Exams this week were hard. I was highly disappointed in myself. Of course, the irony of being disappointed in oneself is that you are the only change in your life when it comes to the will. You have to have will to do things. Things like study and get good grades. Somehow I'm losing the will. Sigh.

Anyway, Calculus and BIO 101 Exams = failure.
English, no exam --yet.
AP Art-- pretty sure my instructor wants to strangle me.

But today is another day, in which, after my Calculus exam I went home and passed out for three hours, because unfortunately I set my alarm on my phone wrong and didn't wake up to go to English. I can make it up, I just hate missing that class because it's my only surviving A. That and English is greeeeaaaat.
So I woke up, pulled my running clothes on and went for a run. Then I ran into my coach because she was running too. Went to Baine's. Hung out. Rented a ton of movies. Watched Sweeney Todd while eating chili (never EVER a good idea).
Now I just have my Shakespeare paper and a bunch of AP Art Homework to do and I'm free at last.

And, my college hunt just turned south for a little while after I got a letter from SUNY-ESF, stating that, no- I did not get in, that my application had been pulled for lack of information. Which, led to a mental breakdown for 10 minutes as I franticly tried to call the Undergraduate Office, which I finally reached and explained that I didn't realize I was missing anything. So, apparently they're reopening my file. Which is good news.

I still have the rest of Hamlet to read and I'll probably not have soccer this weekend, even though I was looking forward to it. Snow bound!

I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that's the problem.
With someone new I could have started,
Too late, for beginnings.
The little things that made me harassed,
Are gone, in a moment.
I miss the way we used to argue,
Locked, in your basement.

I wake up and the phone is ringing,
Surprised, as it's early.
And that should be the perfect warning,
That something's, a problem.
To tell the truth I saw it coming,
The way, you were breathing.
But nothing can prepare you for it,
The voice, on the other, end.

The worst is all the lovely weather,
I'm sad, it's not raining.
The coffee isn't even bitter,
Because, what's the difference?
There's all the work that needs to be done,
It's late, for revision.
There's all the time and all the planning,
And songs, to be finished.

And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
Till the day it stops

-Someone Great
lcd soundsystem