This is the way the summer ends
This is the way the summer ends
This is the way the summer ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

At least my procrastination skills are still top-notch, as evidenced by my being here rather than working on the essays due tomorrow (well, today now).

I just met you tonight, and it's almost certain I'll never see or speak to you ever again. However, for a short time this evening, we were gods... and nothing can take that away from us.

Dear diners ( Read more... )

You'll all be happy to know Ginger is still working there.

I was hoping to write more in this, but nothing really interesting has happened to me. I got my first real paycheck tonight. Woo. That's about it.

I'm so scared right now. Pray for the fro, everyone.

Hillary (8:25:23 PM): Anthem is soo short! i've only picked up the book twice and I have 20 pages left..and that's coming from me-the slow reader ( Read more... )

For the first time all summer, I experienced the morning today. Not like 10 or 11 in the morning, but dawn. As in, before the sun came up. Not because I woke up that early, God knows that would never happen, but because we never went to sleep. We intended to, but then we started talking, and before we knew it, it was 5 am, and we were all really ( Read more... )

Good book. But more to the point, I now have nothing to read. That's not true. I have assorted poetry, plays, and non-fiction. But I'm not really in the mood for any of that. Oh, I have Atlas Shrugged, too, but... fuck Ayn Rand.

So, I'm now taking recommendations. Ready, go.

Just finished The Stranger. I enjoyed it a good deal. Albert Camus managed to quell the literary outrage Ayn Rand had awoken in me. It's a quick, entertaining read that I would highly recommend.

I still want my 45 minutes that bitch stole from me back, though.

Screw Ayn Rand. Even though Anthem took me less than an hour to read, I still feel as though it was a waste of my time. That's 45 minutes I'll never get back. 45 minutes I could have spent doing something other than having her pretentious douchebaggery shoved down my throat. At least The Fountainhead was, you know, interesting. She didn't even try ( Read more... )