killing yourself to live

i finally got to start this book yesterday afternoon in a miracle happenstance of boredom. i hope to finish within a year, but i'm very doubtful.

wow, i think my entire day revolved around me and a bagel. while consuming that most delicious breakfast bagel sandwich at lunchtime, things were blissful. life got better and better with each bite. (when ignoring the law of diminishing marginal utility of course... ha i apologize, my first and last attempt at using econ jargon in everyday talk) but then, i came to the last bite. i enjoyed it just as much as the first, but afterwards when my hands were left with mere crumbs, reality hit. my bagel was finished. it's fucking cold. i must ace econ and sign a lease for an apartment before break. i am not good at drawing marginal cost curves or talking about money in the thousands. dumbledore is dead. oh, i wanted to cry over all of these things, but really, i think it's only because i finished my bagel too quickly.

tegan's in georgia right now protesting the school of americas with church, and i somewhat regret not going with them. instead, i am in wisconsin right now freezing my butt, planning on downing 5 cups of coffee and going to watch a little harry potter with hormones. i have been excited for this night and the next week foreeeeever, so why is it all gone?

p.s. amy is watching survivor, which means yelling profanities at a screen for 1 hour (sometimes 2). everyone must witness this act sometime, just for kicks.