Having A Day
Apr. 2nd, 2002 04:39 pmHousing deposit paid and lottery card filled out. I'll get my lottery number on Friday, and the lottery itself is next week. I better get a motherfucking room.
Slept through class again today. I should go talk to professors tomorrow. Today is kind of a lazy day in that I'm not really going out and doing things, but I am doing my work, mostly, which doesn't really require going out. Though for some of it I did go out to the front lawn to do, because it's a nice day.
The Res. Life people were in my house a little while ago. Though I wanted to, I did not go and kick them. Or even yell, "kiss my ass, motherfuckers!" I don't think they even noticed me, even with my door open.
And I'll end with a quotation from the reading I did to prepare for the class I slept through today:
"The other arts persuade, but music invades us. We experience this, its unique power over the spirit, at its most powerful, wehn we are severely agitated or depressed. When we are in a state where neither paintings nor poems, statues nor buildings are any longer able to arouse our interest, music still will have power over us, indeed precisely in this circumstance more intensely than otherwise. ... No longer are we aware of the piece, but only of the sounds themselves, the music as amorphous demonic power, as it acts upon the nerves of our whole body." -Eduard Hanslick, On the Musically Beautiful
Slept through class again today. I should go talk to professors tomorrow. Today is kind of a lazy day in that I'm not really going out and doing things, but I am doing my work, mostly, which doesn't really require going out. Though for some of it I did go out to the front lawn to do, because it's a nice day.
The Res. Life people were in my house a little while ago. Though I wanted to, I did not go and kick them. Or even yell, "kiss my ass, motherfuckers!" I don't think they even noticed me, even with my door open.
And I'll end with a quotation from the reading I did to prepare for the class I slept through today:
"The other arts persuade, but music invades us. We experience this, its unique power over the spirit, at its most powerful, wehn we are severely agitated or depressed. When we are in a state where neither paintings nor poems, statues nor buildings are any longer able to arouse our interest, music still will have power over us, indeed precisely in this circumstance more intensely than otherwise. ... No longer are we aware of the piece, but only of the sounds themselves, the music as amorphous demonic power, as it acts upon the nerves of our whole body." -Eduard Hanslick, On the Musically Beautiful