like a laser

spring studying is just the worst. but this spring, more than any other since i graduated from high school (way longer ago than i care to contemplate), i cannot lock it down and get the tunnel vision i need to plow through. i mean, damn - the whole sorry operation is over in TEN DAYS. i'm one week from my first exam. and yet, i sit here blogging, which, while fun, is not studying. sigh. i know that this stuff matters, but it is SO FREAKING HARD to stay in the moment.

this is a theme in my life. i'm always either projecting forward or gazing back longingly. this time, it's really bad - in such a short amount of time, i get to go home. i basically live for that moment. but i have three more hurdles to clear before i can kiss this all goodbye, and i know this. so it's time to redouble my effort something fierce, and it's time to get in my head how important the next ten days are. these three exams are the keys to my escape. buckle down. one foot in front of the other. let's go get it. my way out relies on this...

and some procrastination

because i just can't go whole-hog into spartan mode, here's a little fruitless side distraction. thanks to the daily dose of reality for the questionnaire:

What's wrong with fake breasts?
eh, nothing really, i guess. it's less the things themselves and more what they say (i.e., i don't feel good enough as i am, i'm conforming to someone else's standards of beauty, etc.). not to mention that if they're not done well, they just look awkward and uncomfortable.

List your latest run-in with the Carnival of Idiocy.
i road-raged all the way down I-10 east yesterday, from columbus, TX back here. it was just a parade of goofballs.

Name one thing you'd like to tell your ten year ago self.
don't do it. just don't do it. you're not thinking about what's good for you; you're crafting an identity that you think other people want you to have. don't lose the next few years over this...

What's your favorite word that's not in the dictionary?
ooh, that's a good one. dumb-ass-ery, i think.

Why do fools fall in love?
because love is a foolish thing. it makes no sense.