stoneunturned (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} stoneunturned) wrote,@ 2005-09-16 00:39:00 |
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Classes done - but the work hasn't started
Sometimes I need to feel French.
For such instances, my doctor prescribes Claude Debussy solo piano. With titles like
Reflets dans l'eau
Cloches a travers kes feuilles
Et la lune descend sur le temple qui fut
and of course, most significantly,
Jardin sous la pluie (What could get me more? Deep blue-green, wet wet wet, raining treble notes upon a bass of leaves)
you know that it's the real deal.
If I appear, at any point over the next three days, to be
1.) not working
2.) suffering from any sort of social anxiety about how I go to college and therefore should not be working on the weekend, but be out 'partay-ing'
I suggest gently leading me back to my room and sitting me in front of the computer, for, until I have written those papers, that is where I should be.
Die, humidity. Thank you.
Sometimes I need to feel French.
For such instances, my doctor prescribes Claude Debussy solo piano. With titles like
Reflets dans l'eau
Cloches a travers kes feuilles
Et la lune descend sur le temple qui fut
and of course, most significantly,
Jardin sous la pluie (What could get me more? Deep blue-green, wet wet wet, raining treble notes upon a bass of leaves)
you know that it's the real deal.
If I appear, at any point over the next three days, to be
1.) not working
2.) suffering from any sort of social anxiety about how I go to college and therefore should not be working on the weekend, but be out 'partay-ing'
I suggest gently leading me back to my room and sitting me in front of the computer, for, until I have written those papers, that is where I should be.
Die, humidity. Thank you.
