I have four weeks of break yet I can feel my hair graying at the same pace it was during dead week. I've set all of these goals for the break and have all of this reading regimented out...and now when I'm not on the pace I want to be, here at 1 am, I an reverting to the same procrastinating techniques of the typical school quarter.
I'm going to turn iceinmyglass.blogspot.com into a 500 word essay collection. starting the first week of the new year I want to publish a 500 word essay every Sunday. on something I can have an opinion on. I feel like I need to start building some kind semi-formal of body of work if I want to really get into writing/editing professionally.
I don't know what is in storm for the rest of my life. I really don't. My cares are cast on Another's shoulder's though. (Not to make out God into nothing more than an existential pressure valve...maybe that's what I'm doing. Shame on me. "The point is...[I'll] be alright").
Christmas isn't here yet...no snow...not that much music...
You know when you think about it...the constitutional age requirement of thirty-five for the president made presidents pretty old for the times didn't it? I mean...thirty-five's a ripe old age at dawn of the nineteenth century. Another safeguard for white power I suppose...probably the only ones who could afford to live much longer than that back then.
I don't know who I'm supporting in the Republican field. But I'm pretty sure I'll be supporting one of them come November 2012. With Kim Jong-Il's death I'm not feeling Ron Paul so much anymore. Maybe Newt. Rick Perry is an actual idiot. He doesn't deserve to be the next Texas governor-turned president.
I know Jimmy Fallon might be funnier than Conan. I wish he wasn't in the same slot as the under appreciated Craig...11:30 is being absolutely wasted by NBC and CBS right now.
Hope you're having fun in Ireland Lyndsay. We'll miss you when we go caroling ;)
