During the first five weeks of my first semester of UCLA, I was a great student. I remember taking this one class in particular, American Literature 1800-1900. I read all but 1 of the 11 books, foregoing lots of Welcome-To-College activities to do so. Once, I even locked myself in a study room on the first floor of Hedrick Hall, without my phone, without the internet, and without music. I stayed there for three hours in the middle of the day, and I wrote a paper. This behavior is incredible to me now. I was so cool back then. Not so much anymore...
It's been a while since I've posted, which is not a good thing in the grand scheme of life. When I write in this thing, it's usually as an escape-slash-writing-warm-up for thesis work. This means that no posting equals even less thesis writing (yes, there can be negative quantities).
The weekend was chaotic in a typical end-of-semester fashion. Enough said.
I just put on Tegan and Sara's The Con, which has historically transported me into a middle of the night productivity rampage. I'm of the belief that putting music on repeat can do that... literally force your brain to remain in one place long enough to get things done.
OTHER PAST MIDNIGHT MUSICAL REPEATS INCLUDE:
- David Bowie, Portuguesed
- Rachael Yammagata, "1969"
- Nelly, "Ride Wit Me"
- Damien Rice, "The Blowers' Daughter"
--buelsy (not gonna sleep tonight)
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