Apr. 20th, 2009

masterofmidgets: (hug)
Best decision I have made this year: bringing back with me to school a tabletop fan. THANK GOD FOR ELECTRIC FAN GOODNESS. And none of that 'taking the bus to Walmart in the middle of a heatwave in a failed attempt to procure one' nonsense from last year. Just my fan, sitting under my desk until I need to provide me with its wonderful fan-ly services.

...I don't handle heat very well. A bit odd, that, since I grew up in a desert, but hey, it's not like I was out camping on the mesa in June. We had houses. With swamp coolers! And sometimes even air conditioners! Unlike certain dorms on the campus of a certain university I may be attending...*glares* Apparently my part of California's in the midst of some high pressure thing that is causing the temperature to shoot up to obscene levels - it hit 90 degrees yesterday, and it's in the high 80s right now. Ridiculous. And absolutely wretched inside the buildings, even our room, which normally stays pretty cool. But I've got my fan set up on the dresser at the foot of my bed, basically blowing directly in my face, so I think I'll live.

The fact that our room feels like a greenhouse is really not helping me get over whatever crud I've got right now. D: I ended up not making it in to work yesterday - I was too wiped out after eating breakfast to even think about walking all the way to the Alumni Center, and four hours on the phone, considering how much yawning hurts right now, just seemed like a terrible idea. I did get caught up on all my reading last night, and I submitted the assignment I had due for my religions class, but I didn't go to that class or to lit. Just do not have the energy. Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow, because I am not missing Japanese again no matter what.

If I don't fall asleep, I'll post some poetry later, to make up for slacking the last few days. ;D

masterofmidgets: (grief)
To make up for being lame and not posting any poetry this weekend, in favor of whining about how sick and miserable I was, have some poetry spam!

An Irish Airman Forsees His Death by WB Yeats


I know that I shall meet my fate... )

Leda and the Swan by WB Yeats

A sudden blow; the great wings beating still... )

The Song of Wandering Aengus by WB Yeats


I went out to the hazel wood )
On A Political Prisoner by WB Yeats

She that but little patience knew... )

Theme For English B by Langston Hughes

go home and write a page tonight )

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