last day of term

i had my last tutorial today. finished my last essay this week. sany my second last carol concert tonight. now it's just catching up on the hundreds of books i didn't get to reading this term. but first there's some killer sleeping in to be done tomorrow :)

in other news

z) i have no idea what to get the boi for christmas...
y) i'm super excited for rome.
x) i had a killer conversation today about art, the meaning of the "external world" and about the way in which we can communicate ideas
w) did the 12 days of christmas tonight in an evensong and enjoyed it for the first time (there were funny monologues interspersed)
v) i want to know what my nephew looks like right now!
u) i'm still stressing over my dissertation topic
t) what do you guys think of me becoming a journalist or an actor? sound good?

ciao for now (and sorry about the incoherent but important ramble below!)

m.
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a tribute to the truly random

seeing the truth before me i reached out and grabbed a hold, realizing it was both too simplistic and too cumbersome to carry around like three stripes on a massive canvas. "why can't they make a portable version of this?" i asked for the zillionth time. you see, if the grains of truth could only be contained in something i could wear around my neck or write like an account number on a debit card or squeeze into three stanzas in a plain-chat: echoing. entirely the right syllable on the exact note. but it isn't and i can't- or maybe it's that i can and that it is but that it's simply beyond my grasp- taking a hold seems to suggest something physical but perhaps it's all just mental- perhaps it's just a dream. in any event, i think it's time i got some sleep...