Jumbles

Back at school and all settled into the new place. I have my white walls nicely decorated with photos and it all makes for a nice environment.

My life recently has just been a jumble words from bland history texts, those which have most recently been focusing on the French Revolution. Apparently the French Revolution was the impetus to many major events in history and I've surely studied it thousands of times before, yet somehow I still manage not knowing a damn thing about it. Wonderful.

Other than the French Revoultion I've been and sorting out horrible logic problems in the name of bettering my LSAT score. It's 10:46pm and I want to get up at 6:30am tomorrow to run but I'm here blogging because I need my head to unravel a bit. It's still a bit tangled from the 4-hour long practice LSAT that I just took. That test was so difficult that it was demoralizing. The highlight of my test-taking experience came when I read a question whose argument reasoned that cows on farms should have mattresses to sleep on so that they are more comortable night and thus, will produce more milk. Thank you LSAT test makers, for giving me some comedic relief amongst all your pedantic balderdash.

Okay, my head really is spinning more now as I have to stare at this computer screen to write this. I apologize to the scarce reader that has read this post. It was written in a feeble state without the crutch of alcohol. Now having finished this entry of my recently inactive blog, you probably want a beer and I can't blame you. I want one too.

Thoughts of a moment (as per Friday night)

Not neglecting this blog. I promise.

LSAT prep tomorrow @ 10AM. Looks like my Saturday mornings for the next month and a half will be a jism of logic games and convoluted analogies.

So tired but too inspired.
Must sleep.
Sleep on the inspiration.
Let it seep into the desperation and fight off the isolation.
Sink into the somber of chipper staccato tunes
and bid them farwell,
those wretchedly forlorn afternoons.

Bryan, my stepbrother soon to be "ex-stepbrother" (now that term's an F'ed up mess if I ever heard of one) but really just my friend, is teaching in Arkanasas these days. He was passing through Illinois and stopped in Mahomet to have dinner with me. We went to a local restaurant, drank espresso afterward, shared poetry like the lit nerds that we are, and then he went on his way. It was so randomly awesome.

I had sushi for lunch with my mom. I LOVE sushi. And I love my mom.

"Sufrir es malo pero haber sufrido es bueno." -Basilio Losada*

* This man was my Art History professor in Spain. He didn't just know about art history though. He knew about life and women which were entirely separate entities according to him.

In terms of formal logic:
If Charles Bukowski, then the bomb.
If not the bomb, then not Charles Bukowski.
Thanks Uncle E, for introducing me to such an invigorating vulgarity!

Had a great day today!!

Here is a RIDICULOUS photo that I came across on Flickr. These guys paint with light, and here they painted Guernica.


Toodles!