ivyology: (angelina2)
ivyology ([personal profile] ivyology) wrote2001-09-02 06:41 pm

it's funny the things you find in the rain

Today, I have been Productive, at my mother-the-obsessive-vaccuum-cleaner's urging. Not content to only make lists for herself, she now makes them for me.

I washed my car. I washed the dog. I did some packing. I even went to Wall-Mart and bought Rupert the third. What does it say that I go through a body pillow a year? I am neediest in the night, that is for sure.

Rupert the third is blue. I think tonight I'll sleep between Rupert the second and Rupert the third, a cuddly threesome of sorts.

It's cold, it feels like fall. I wish it would stay, for Tuesday at least, but Tuesday is supposed to be hot.

Right now I want nothing more than immersion in class, in books, in papers. I want to write papers. I don't know what that means, what is wrong with me, what form of extraterrestrial life has taken possession of my indolent self. Lately, I have wanted to be brilliant. Wouldn't it be nice, to be brilliant? Joy is brilliant. I have never been brilliant, only intelligent. Which is not such a sorry thing to be, and I know I am smart in ways even brilliant people sometimes aren't. Still, though, I wish for it, brilliance.