I don't have a real post in me. Wtf.

I got uncomfortably happy today.

It was the best snow. There hadn't been such a pretty snow yet. All those glee brain-chemicals invaded my face and forced it into a slight smile. It was strangely unpleasant.

There are lyrics which apply to my life.
... but I'm not posting them!

Shoes to the grass, dirt and pavement, I walk ( Read more... )

Today her heart beats, I am, I am, I am,While she makes chitchat with necessitated acquaintances ( Read more... )

Arranged marriages: why not?

Facebook tells me I'm in a relationship with Adam Smith. Who am I to disagree?
The question is: how well would James Joyce and Sylvia Plath get along?
(I do realize how inaccurately self-indulgent that analogy is.)
In real life, I've spoken to him twice, that I can recall. *But we both like The Great Gatsby,* and we ( Read more... )

Project "Hand In Essay" has been a ridiculous failure ( Read more... )

SO, big essay due by midnight tomorrow (like, 32.5 hours from now ( Read more... )

hyperlinked, we browse every idea we can think of ( Read more... )

The world was coming to an end. The only hope was to board the planes. You and I were first in line. We stepped forward, into the rollercoaster system of tunnels, twisting us through space and time like luggage. We were single-file in the invisibly-bounded tube; I reached back to hold both of your hands, so we wouldn't get separated as we ( Read more... )