Sing Me to Sleep

Just some things I alway listen to once fall comes around/what I've been playing on repeat on my train rides home after class. Enjoy and such xx.

I've Been Listening to too much Broken Social Scene Lately

Well hello again (and again, and again and again). There are only three weeks of school left, a little less than a month. And that's absolutely terrifying considering I've just gotten the swing of this semester. Crazy, right? I'm reading The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Murakami and well, it's going much better than 1Q84. There's still some weird descriptions of ears going on in this one, but the subject is still interesting. One of my professors calls him a "crock pot" writer; he just has so much shit going on in his novels, and they simmer and the ending result is delicious. Something like that. Murakami has such a beautiful insight into humanity and how we think; more specifically, how introverts see the world. All of his protagonists, or those I've read, are quiet, reserved people and it really speaks to me. "Is it possible, finally, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?" starts the second chapter; only the second. "We convince ourselves that we know the other person well," he continues, "but do we really know anything important about anyone?" The other book Veronica is a reading assignment for class. It's interesting reading about the modeling scene in the 80's. But it's not something I would pick up on my own.

And so the editing begins.

As far as school goes, I currently have a chapter half written in one window, cursor bobbing incessantly.  That's been bothering me so much lately. That and staring at a computer screen for hours on end, and sitting. Jesus Christ sitting all day long. To think that I wanted a corner office and to wear heels to work every day. I'm only a student, and will be for the unforeseeable future, but still. You'd have to pay me a lofty price to walk in anything without arch support. I'm getting a terrible pinching sensation in my back, too. I should go back to the chiropractor, but you know. Money is always an issue. In other news? I went to a misfit's Thanksgiving dinner this year, which was nice. Not alone like last year. I fell asleep before nine the night before, woke up around 8:30 am (hey, still close to eleven hours of sleep) and watched The Hour in bed, which was amazing. I feel like I should have stayed longer at dinner, but I wanted to get home. Chicago's lovely weather temperament held up to it's reputation by starting off the day with a nice 65 degrees and turned quickly into a rainy, windy, cold mess.

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I've been spending a little too much money on clothes recently (retail therapy will be the death of me), but sometimes you need it. There are about four more sweaters in my closet than a month ago. I really like this pink one I bought from h&m; it's super warm and soft, which is good considering all of our classrooms are ridiculously freezing. Heat's expensive though, I get it. The black sweater dress is something I bought at the Urban Outlet, and goes nicely with a pair of black tights and boots. I don't usually wear a lot of gold because I always feel like it washes out with my hair (which, if you don't know me is somewhere between a stubborn gingery-strawberry-blonde mess) but this actually goes well, edged out with the black.

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My life would be in complete shambles if I didn't have these.

As far as organizing goes, I tend to be seriously anal about it. From scheduling to keeping up dates to having my apartment almost spotless (sometimes you're just too tired to do anything when you get home late from work/class and the days are so short now), I try to maintain a routine. Sundays are for cleaning up, tidying--I actually can't get anything done if my room is messy, it's so annoying--and mapping out what's going to happen during the week; what homework I can outline--so much of my writing could benefit from doing that more often. Do I actually get around to doing that? No, not usually. This semester I've been struggling with prioritizing. Balancing my very small social life with course work. So writing everything possible down into calendars and to-do lists is my way of settling, of taking control. When I get home from a long day of classes I feel super frazzled, like I barely have a hold of my life. This Thanksgiving break has been such a relief for me. I've finally have time to breathe. There's still work to be done, but the point of the matter is I'm relaxed for the first time since August. I'm going into these last few weeks with at least a stronger idea of how my final projects are going to turn out. And I'm thankful for that. So, here goes nothing.

I'll be posting more, I think (haha, more projects, aren't I self-deprecating). One will be up on Tuesday and then Friday. I'm going to try and make some gluten-free apple pie. We're having a small holiday feast on Saturday and then going to a musical version of The Room. Which, I don't know about you, sounds absolutely hilarious.

From October

My little glass heart broke sometime back in October, I think. I was getting mail in the entryway and dropped it on the tile; I recently found the missing piece and glued them all back together, but it seems not to be holding up too well.