And our hands feel empty though they’re full, all the time

I slept on average about twenty hours a day, was delusional and dizzy for my waking hours, and also took many baths. After several days of this, I still have a piercing headache and a fever. Consequently, I didn’t get much studying done for my Int final tomorrow, and since I am not a natural born expert on Dutch Reformed Theology, I am basically screwed. Maybe my prospective schools for next year will merely overlook my grades for this semester and my lackluster SAT scores. Maybe I’ll stay here. Maybe I’ll drop out of “higher education” and panhandle for the rest of my days.

Oddly enough, as I drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness in a feverish delirium, I seem to have been writing haikus in my mind. Not haikus with syllabic requirements per se. Rather, poems in a format that Norman Mailer would have written, if you get my drift. Free verse, maybe.

I can’t recall these brilliant poems now that my mind is more well.

As you may or may not know, I sometimes arrange a playlist or mix so great that I feel the need to share it. No artist repeats, all killer no filler. Here goes. Prepare to be blown away. Ask me to burn you a copy and I just may.

1. Moby: Beautiful
2. Phish: Nothing
3. Matt Pond PA: Lily One
4. Cat Power: The Greatest
5. Wilco: Candy Floss
6. Styx: Show Me The Way
7. Rogue Wave: Falcon Settles Me
8. Joe Pisapia: Sometimes
9. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah: Over and Over Again (Lost and Found)
10. Violent Femmes: Kiss Off
11. Chuck Leavell: Ashley
12. Guster: So Long
13. Ben Folds: Wandering
14. Coldplay: Shiver
15. Spock’s Beard: Thoughts, Pt. 2
16. Queen & David Bowie: Under Pressure
17. The Shins: The Past and Pending
18. Talking Heads: Stay Hungry
19. Willy Mason: Oxygen
20. The Verve: Sonnet
21. U2: Where The Streets Have No Name
22. Simon & Garfunkel: The Only Living Boy In New York
23. Pink Floyd: Keep Talking
24. Ray LaMontagne: You Can Bring Me Flowers

I’m going to start uploading a “song of the day” sort of thing for all you dedicated readers (har har) so as to give back to the community at large and to further my impeccable musical taste. Chosen songs will be worth your while and will have intrinsic value; of this I am certain. It won’t really be every day, as I do not tend to feel inclined to write things every day. Today: “Fast Enough For You”, Phish.

But at the moment I cannot figure out how to upload files. I’ll do it later, really.

Midterms have concluded. I’m still stressed beyond belief. I cope via going to the gym. At least I did today.

I can’t find anyone to go sky diving with, you miserable killjoys.

I visited the hometown of the inventor of Kraft dinner over the weekend!

Why am I still awake?

My final midterm of the semester is tomorrow. Midterms make everyone surly. At any given point there are people trying to study and people trying to avoid studying at all costs. Consequently, the studying people get even more surly because of the inane barrage of which-chapter-did-we-get-up-to-in-Religion and oh-where-did-I-leave-my-syllabus and the whose-number-is-that-on-your-mirror-in-lipstick-anyway and other such attempts at socialization. Tomorrow all of this will be over and all we be well, until next week when grades come back.

My goal this year is to be all over each and every issue of The Crown (student newspaper). So far, so good. The latest issue is inclusive of a Ganging Up On The Sun album review!

I am wearing a tie dyed shirt and tie dyed pants at the same time!

So Trey’s new album was allegedly released today. Being the faithful Vermonter I am, I intended to attain it. The shopping center (Meadowlands) is about a twenty minute walk away, and I lack a car, so you know the drill. I was sick and napping. At about four thirty in the afternoon I awoke and wandered next door and loudly proclaimed my urgent need to get to Future Shop immediately (who wants to walk whilst sick?). Much to my surprise, Jon finished his cereal and took me. To make a long story short, the employees never heard of Trey (or, indeed, Phish) and neither they nor Zeller’s had it. I woke up and inconvenienced my kindly neighbors in vain. AND I STILL LACK BAR 17. I even wore my Trey/Mike shirt. I am bitter. Why, Canada, why? If you could hook me up, that’d be good.

Then I was lying ill on my neighbors’ couch (recurring theme, I know), and they pulled a “Buckley’s is one of the rare good tasting cough medicines there is” and I fell for it. It turns out Buckley’s tag line is something like “tastes awful but it works”.

My English professor included a Talking Heads reference in his lecture, and I fear I was the only one who caught it.

This is my last day of childhood.