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never let your education interfere with your learning.
Just got an exam score back and got a solid A which means I don't have to take the final on Wednesday! I was pensive all weekend. Now I can enjoy the last days of my English classes!
I feel like dancing. -
reaching new lows
I just spoke to my instant chocolate pudding.
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why does the prick of a needle feel like the stab of a dagger.
I'm so busy I feel as if I'm missing my favorite holidays this year. Studying for tests on Halloween. And getting back papers from previous weeks with which I am not altogether pleased. Actually I feel like it ruined my weekend. An A- is essentially an F- to me. It's terrible ( Read more... ) -
So Stanley Plumly is getting the good attention.
Adam Kirsch's New Yorker Review of Posthumous Keats
And I also ran into it in Slate article: "In Praise of Poetry and originally heard about the book from the Economist book review.
So I bet by the time the movie comes out, Keats will be some sort of trend or something, rendering the current esoteric-ity of this journal title-ing theme quite ( Read more... ) -
so we're looking at seven years
Last night I accidentally broke the mirror in my room. Actually, I was daft enough to place it propped up in such a manner that gravity would inevitably pull it it down, after I had left the room. So there was this thick, ugly shattering noise as a million large, medium, and tiny pieces of reflective glass deposited fragments into the carpet. ( Read more... ) -
So the Gender Card is Back.
Alright. So it comes to my attention that we now have a potential vice president who advocates teaching creationism alongside evolution in public school science classrooms. Yes, that's right. *cough* It seems almost to absurd for me to comprehend. Despite the fact that intelligent design is not scientific (whereas evolution, in contrast, is ( Read more... ) -
so here again
The longeest summer is basically over. School again. I feel as if I've been living in another dimension for the past four months. And now I'm back in universitytown and it doesn't feel like the same place either. Which is good, in a way. But there's a strange feeling of okay, I'm here, let's get this started, and yet until classes start the ( Read more... ) -
kundera.
As I was reading the last few pages of Kundera's Unbearable Lightness of Being, I heard the tinkering melody of an ice cream truck around the neighborhood. How impeccably appropriate - the heavy, the burdensome serious contemplative moment juxtaposed with the seemingly minor, childish, lighthearted sounds ( Read more... ) -
on the other side of the galaxy
they don't know you've already lived.
o tori.