And one more thing...

[corinnatothemax]

I am especially grateful that I am neither Gretta, sick of the bumbling, pathetic husband I've married to fill the hole in my heart left there by a beautiful boy who performed a gesture nobody else living can ever top, nor Gabriel, miserably, hopelessly watching my wife, who can't really love me, sleep as snow falls outside and inevitably connects

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[ohlily]

Joyce is not Keats. Joyce is all, "No happy love! No happy happy love!" But Joyce had a fairly good personal life. He probably secrely thought it would be more artistic to be a miserable bastard, though.

My point is, your last post was so chock full of literay allusions and I understood them all! Maybe I'm not the cretin my mother claims I am (just because I haven't finished War and Peace!)

Also, the only context I have for Robert anymore is the back of his head and how terrible it is before I fix it. I sit behind him in first period and then never see him for the rest of the day, except in the hallway, where he gives me that ridiuclous boy-nod.

Also also, I kind of want to do something you will probably find extremely ill-advised. When I tell you tomorrow, you will probably purse your lips and say, "Oh, sweetheart!" But then again, you might be extremely amused, also.

[corinnatothemax]

Now I'm really curious! You're going to drive me mad till tomorrow. But I'll just have to wait, I suppose. I'm glad you appreciated my literary allusions. I've just been so fed up with all these beautiful but wretched people and I finally decided that I am perfectly content with my own life and not sombody else's. Which is sort of a big deal when you're a teenager who hates life and hates people and a girl who is constantly wishing SHE could be Elizabeth Bennet, or whatever. You know what I mean? We always want to be that heroine. But I'm actually pretty damn happy to just be me and not to be miserable, even if it gets better eventually for some of these literary chicks.
And don't even get me started on "the boy nod." Ugh!

[ohlily]

And Robert does the boy-nod with an extra dash of ridiculousness. Because you know he's actually happy to see you, because he does the nod but with an extra degree of enthusiasm. Silly, silly, silly!

Oh, but EVERYBODY wishes they could be Lizzy Bennet. Even boys. That's, like, the human condition. Only I know what you mean -- the nature of a novel is suffering before the good stuff. I just sort of assume that in the novel of my life, the sexyfun denoument is repaidly approaching and it will be all roses and attractive men thereafter!

And it's not a big deal, just a thing that I realize I haven't told you, and that as my friend, I should briefly discuss with you. You might already know -- it's common(ish) knowledge amongst some. I'd tell you now, only I don't trust the Internet.

[corinnatothemax]

Well, I'm pretty sure I won't know about it because nobody tells me anything and I'm always the last person to find out about anything interesting. So, I guess I'll just have to wait until next week, since I certainly don't trust the internet either.
I watched A Room With a View again tonight. Ahh, Freddy. Erin and I decided we were going to instate a dress reform at school. All the boys will wear tweed suits and suspenders and run around the forrest that we plant, while we stumble through it in trailing gowns. And we'll get rid of the buses and install trains. And everyone will ride goofy looking bicycles. Yes, it's going to be great. Oh, and every boy's hair MUST look like Freddy's. It's the rule.