Mornings

I used to be a morning person, but now I'm really not. I despise the fact that I need sleep, and if I had my way would do away with it completely--it's a waist of time. I never really remember my dreams, except for the lurking feeling of what was going on and just little bits of what happened. I'm much more of a daydreamer.

Being on brake I've been staying up late and trying to get up at a decent time, but failing. For school I have to get up around 5:00-5:20 am, although I don't leave until 6:40 (if I'm on time this is when I should be getting out the door, but usually I end up running out at 6:50 and running to class). This basically means that it was pretty much impossible to get the seven hours of sleep that I strive for nightly (but never happens). I was all sleepy today, not the falling asleep sleepy, but stingy eyes sleepy.

Besides this minor set back, my day turned out to average. In history we took notes, math was horrid (like usual), in film class we got our presentations postponed due to general confusion and a very kind teacher, and in English class the group that was supposed to present on Dubliners by James Joyce wasn't ready we looked at poetry. The poem we were analyzing was Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens. I really like my English class and, as always, we got to do something a little artsy to go along with it--sketch wood cuttings.

I thought the poem was about changes in time--how everything seems different at different moments throughout your life and how this has to be accepted (it also had a major theme of death, but I thought that was just wrapped with everything else). Anyway, my teacher showed us some wood cuts that are held at Microsoft's art gallery (who knew?) and told us a story about meeting the author and how he got a bit snappy with her--it was kind of funny, but only in context.

Also, I received a postcard from a friend who went to France over winter break--I love it.

Postcard

I've also been thinking about college--a thought that usually chills me with fear. Lately, though, I'm warming to the idea. Like C, High School isn't my favorite place and I'm beginning to relish the idea of being able to almost start fresh in a new place. Honestly, though, it still gives me butterflies to think about. Right now I'm considering Humboldt State (on the northern California's lost coast)...

The Lost Coast (from http://www.ekibo.com/LostCoast1.jpg)

Loves,
S