I must make this day productive!

[tsukikage]

I will succeed this time! I will stay up all night and day go to bed at 10 pm!
But I want to make this day productive, so...
Things I WILL DO today:
- clean the kitchen (including dishes), bathroom and my room
- do the laundry
- take a shower
- practice kanji from chs. 3-7 (8-12 Monday, 13-17 Tuesday)
- bring cookware I borrowed to the front desk
- change Sashimi's bowl
- finish Wicked
- read and reply to at least 100 LJ entries
- go to Mom's (Shoot... That'll take a big chunk of my time, won't it?... But it might help me to stay up - either that or I'll just fall asleep at my mom's again...)
- fill out Jamba Juice application
- work on Summer Assistant app.
- do some pre-writing for the CA app.
- update cheat sheat and resume
- go through all of my Gmail
- delete obsolete UMN e-mail
- maybe go to church

I also have to remember to take my books to the library on Monday.

[EDIT: At some point before school starts I also need to make Genki MDs, clean my computer, clean my bookmarks... Mmm... Review Japanese vocab and grammar... Go to the doctor... Buy school notebooks... Get grocery bags and wrap my books... Apply for as many jobs as I can... Review study tips... Catch up on LJ... And tons of other stuff, I'm sure.]


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[EDIT: "Urban Law" by Alison Hawthorne Deming

Rush hour and the urban outflow pours
across the Million Dollar Bridge. I wait
for the walk-light, cross-traffic slight but
caution's the rule when the city roars
toward all its separate homes. I get
the sign, little electric man, and step
into the street. A woman turns into
my lane, bearing down, eye-contact,
and still she guns it until I stare and
shake my head in disbelief at her
ferocity. She slows begrudged to let
me pass, runs down the window of her Saab
and shouts, "Why don't you wait for the light?"
and flips me the bird. I feel weepy like
a punished child, mind sinking to lament,
What's wrong with the human race? Too many
of us, too crowded, too greedy for space—
we're doomed, of course, so I head for coffee
and a muffin, walking sad and slow on
the return. I'm waiting again to cross,
picking fingersful of muffin from the
paper sack and watching the phalanx of
cars race by, not even a cell of a
thought in my mind that I might jump the change,
when a man who's got the green stops,
an executive wearing a crisp white
shirt and shiny red tie, and he raises
his palm to gesture me safely across,
making all the cars behind him wait while
I walk, and together at rush hour that
man and I redeem the whole human race.]