how could we drink up the sea?

on the scarcity of time: my life until june 5thish

-now thru 3/6: the greatest amount of work of my semester, including a nietzschean presentation for more or less a 50 minute class period (tomorrow!) and 25 pages of writing on three different subject matters
-3/6 thru 3/17: time to live! and finish up school. and breathe. and work many hours to make money.
-3/18 thru 3/22: six friends from baltimore/childhood descend upon the city of edinburgh, eeep, wow, oh boy
- 3/23 thru 4/1: semester ends, trip taken either to london to see more of it or somewhere in the world with globetrotting friend jay, wherever the bargains lead us. time to prepare for my exams when i can. and work.
-4/2 thru 4/4: basking in the glory of my dear sister katie's company
-4/5 thru 4/15: at long last, the happy & much-anticipated family reunion and exploration of ireland and scotland
-4/14 thru 4/21: final long essay assignment for my literature class of semester one arrives in my email inbox to be researched and completed by the end of the week
-4/21 thru 4/29: same deal for my semester two literature course
- 4/30 thru 6/1: intermittent exam revision and execution with gaps filled by trips and working at the bistro, probably including a trip to paris/possibly greater france, possibly with dear friend pete backof immediately after my exam on may 10th. one of my exam dates remains unannounced, which is just killlling me.
-6/1 thru 6/5: i am kicked out of my university accommodation and probably go to live in julia's flat until my flight. or perhaps i will go somewhere, who even knows.
6/5: norfolk international! the end.

it seems so mere when i reduce it to these dates. such anxiety do i feel over the beginning of the end! great things are in store though, that is certain. there just remains a part of me that wants it to last forever, one that duels with its excited, longing-for-return counterpart, equal in strength. there is of course nothing but to bumble along and to absorb what offers itself for the taking until my certain and punctuating transatlantic voyage.

sometimes (today) i marvel at the seemingly boundless love i feel for others in my life. maybe it is generated by this pressure of chronology, as a way of combatting it. but what do i use it for? what does it mean? is it deserved? where can it go?

well, birds on the brim, back to nietzsche and to watching the erratic sun and cloud dance through my window and to my newly profound seduction by broken social scene's music. i say ha to hump day.