I who with zest penned songs in happier days,
Must now with grief embark on sombre lays.
Sad verses flood my checks with tears unfeigned;
The Muses who inspire me are blood-stained.

Boethius, The Consolation of PhilosophyIf you like philosophy, or would find Christian philosophy somewhat interesting, and have a spare evening, you have to read this ( Read more... )

In what seemed like a good idea, our writing seminar decided to see the play Julius Caesar today. In New York. That's where the fun began ( Read more... )

I know I shouldn't do it, but I need this clock.

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Sounds fun. I put my location down as in Princeton instead of Santa Monica... I suppose it's true now.

I made a second bookshelf to put all my previously overflowing books. It had been a source of great pain to see visitor to my room stepping on my extra books on the floor. It's amazing how satisfying even a small amount of physical work is ( Read more... )

surprisingly, it's pretty wawrm here. Everyone is asking how everyone elses break was, and in between our games of Mario Kart, a few people commented my hair cut ( Read more... )

It's hard to believe that I'm now typing my last few lines on this computer in my dorm room. Soon I will be packing it away, and then I'll leave this place that I've begun to call home.

Midterms are... done ( Read more... )

One essay done... I will at least have a small, pleasurable respite when I watch the sun rise.

Ow ( Read more... )