No. 73: The Gut Grappling Haha Demon

Credit goes to the lovely and talented Jess Begans for the title of this blog.

Listening to Diamond's remix of Faces of the Earth by the D plan. It's gorgeous.

Despite loads and loads of reading to do, I went to the undergrad reading. Am so glad I did.
I felt like I actually could because of the following:

I freaked out a lot this morning when I realized that the paper for Art History was due tomorrow and I hadn't see either of the images I was supposed to write about. I talked to my art history professor after class, and without so much as batting an eyelash when she heard why I hadn't been to the museums yet (which was true and it was a stupid series of events that prevented me from doing so), granted me an extension until Friday. So then I was excited because that meant I could just go after Spanish to the Walters and look at the stuff I needed to and if I had to miss a few minutes of History of Africa, no worries. But it turns out the Walters is closed Monday and Tuesday. So I'm screwed because Wednesdays mean Fiction which I can't miss. So I talked to my Spanish professor after class and she told me it was no big deal if I was late or didn't show for Spanish since I'd already turned in my composition. In short: I'm going to get the images for the paper, have more than enough time to write it, and not be penalized for Spanish. Baller.

Anyway-- the reading. Beautiful poetry, some in French (there was no girl in that room who didn't want to sleep with that guy). Then Jess read some incredible short fiction-- funny, a little twisted, totally unexpected-- and Diamond closed with this gorgeous snippet from the perspective of someone with OCD. I have a copy in my possession for rainy and sad days. Totally mad about his stuff. Diamond, you have in me a fangirl. Sad, I know.

Greg is picking up Savannah from BWI tomorrow. I'm nervous about meeting her. The fiancee of one of the eight-- it's like I want to make a good impression, despite everything. I'm such a terrible Hop student, considering I'm never here. Class, work and then straight back to NoVa for Trifecta and Tess and Rika or to Jenny's for couch potato inaction and puppies. Gas is costing me a fortune. Ah well.

So tomorrow's plan is BMA, Psych, Walter's, Spanish (if I can make it), Carma's for the daily coffee fix, then Fiction for two hours. Come back go for a jog possibly, then homework for a while, bed. Carma's all day on Thursday. Work on Spanish, possibly some devicing with 705s, work all day on Friday, drive home. Poker. YES!

Third ink in two or three weeks (depending on the paycheck). Excited. By then the 2nd should be almost healed. Met a girl with gorgeous ink tonight at the reading. Didn't catch her name, have to ask Will.

Still thinking about Mason. Thinking about other things, too. Like London this summer, and California, and Pittsburgh, and either Maine or Montreal with Dad. And things like denial and calm. The weather is making me wistful. Sigh.

Finally: The Dismemberment Plan. Amazing. Not kidding. Listen.

H.