HOLD ON TIGHT

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT And when we were children, staying at the archduke's, My cousin's, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. ~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot Wednesday, May 07, 2008 guns and boys i think im getting tired, i realised i was when i fell asleep middle of the afternoon. justin is in virginia shooting guns at some army base now, attending his marine buddy's graduation, that stupid boy, the silence makes me miss him, but it is good for me. i won't let derrida--and multiple meetings with professors over papers, and trials, and language--make me panic, oh derrida. "you adopted a pre-saussurian linguistic formulation, which is a conceptual stretch," prof g. said, we sat at a bench overlooking the quad under a tree, and he was drinking orange juice, which softened the blow a little bit, "you need to realise that language is a tripartite linguistic structure, referent, signifier, signified." yes, i said, sort of discouraged. i have three papers to write and an exam to take--one of which is a grad style thesis thing. i hope i don't end up crying the end of this week. in this term, i've managed a breakup, applied for 20 internships, found a new york apartment, found someone, found city internships, worked with grad students, learnt how to drive, found a new off campus house and cool english major roomie to stay in next semester, found a job, worked during school, done language pairing--it's been mad-ass, i just need to finish this term ok, and if i've juggled it thus far, i hope it'll be ok. on another note, told the agent to refund the ticket. so that's it, won't be coming home till next year, may. god, that's the longest i would have been away from home. 1 and half years, two winters. i wonder if my grandpa will have forgotten me. i almost feel preemptively homesick. posted by dawn # 3:44 PM Comments: i miss you. =( you have fun and take care of yourself. love, nj # posted by coloured light : 3:04 AM thank you, you. i will. and you too. # posted by Anonymous : 7:11 PM Post a Comment << Home		[publishing] Publishers Weekly . Dystel & Goderich . New York Center for Independent Publishing . Association of American University Presses . Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators [people] clarisse . nurul . aunty zarina (ummi's bakery) . jeremy . pak . cyril . softblow . karen & kenny (booksactually) . eric . joel . [other loves] digitaljournalist . ballet dictionary . poetshouse . urbanwordnyc [me] dawn, singapore, new york city, ithaca. [yesterday] making magic i don't mean to be bimbotic or anything, but sabri... that funny old hurt the world is melting end of term blues oberon eve was smarter than adam i'm so blue today. new york city gets you down lik... back children's book week [archives] January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

guns and boys

i think im getting tired, i realised i was when i fell asleep middle of the afternoon. justin is in virginia shooting guns at some army base now, attending his marine buddy's graduation, that stupid boy, the silence makes me miss him, but it is good for me. i won't let derrida--and multiple meetings with professors over papers, and trials, and language--make me panic, oh derrida. "you adopted a pre-saussurian linguistic formulation, which is a conceptual stretch," prof g. said, we sat at a bench overlooking the quad under a tree, and he was drinking orange juice, which softened the blow a little bit, "you need to realise that language is a tripartite linguistic structure, referent, signifier, signified." yes, i said, sort of discouraged. i have three papers to write and an exam to take--one of which is a grad style thesis thing. i hope i don't end up crying the end of this week.

in this term, i've managed a breakup, applied for 20 internships, found a new york apartment, found someone, found city internships, worked with grad students, learnt how to drive, found a new off campus house and cool english major roomie to stay in next semester, found a job, worked during school, done language pairing--it's been mad-ass, i just need to finish this term ok, and if i've juggled it thus far, i hope it'll be ok.

on another note, told the agent to refund the ticket. so that's it, won't be coming home till next year, may. god, that's the longest i would have been away from home. 1 and half years, two winters. i wonder if my grandpa will have forgotten me. i almost feel preemptively homesick.

posted by dawn # 3:44 PM

Comments:

i miss you. =( you have fun and take care of yourself.

love,
nj

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coloured light : 3:04 AM

thank you, you. i will. and you too.

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Anonymous : 7:11 PM