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of books
one hundred years of solitude
It seems cool to talk about something like "one hundred years of solitude". Somehow or another, it is a modern malady (nonetheless, pathetic) to want to be seen as solitary. It almost adds an enigmatic or mystical dimension to one. Like van gogh, the solitary person is always the one who has the most beautiful soul, ( Read more... ) -
of Laura
22 years ago, when Laura walked down the aisle with him, the little band played joyous music and every single wedding song you could think of, while the church bell went off in the distance. Laura's eyes were filled with tears because she couldn't believe she was finally going to marry the love of her life. She looked into his eyes and she thought ( Read more... ) -
of the last breakfast
I'm leaving saint louis in a few hours and we have decided to go to first watch and eat an early breakfast. My room is almost completely empty, and most of my stuff is either in the basement or the shoe closet. My car is in the garage. My trash bags are in the driveway. Every single piece of handout/test I have taken in my 3 years here is now lying ( Read more... ) -
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I FUCKING GRADUATED!
(more pics of me in my oversizd hogwarts attire soon)
Living la dolce vita in seattle/lopez islands now! -
of rice
I stood there while Damien Rice sang "Delicate". I was glued to the floor, but that was because someone standing there before me had spilled a whole can of budweiser beer and it had dried up and now the floor was all sticky and gooey and I imagined little insects walking across the floor getting stucked in an invisible carpet of stickiness while ( Read more... ) -
of indiana
At some point in life, I guess it is always important to stop and ponder for a while: is this what I really want my life to be? Is there anything I can do better? Is there any reason to believe that perhaps I am doing things wrongly ( Read more... ) -
was it you who said the words that things would happen but not to me
This semester has been a helluva ride for me. I started working at the lab 7 days a week, swimming every MWF at 7am with dan, writing my thesis (last min) the day after I got mugged, running and gyming 3 times a week to fight the stress (I am not kidding you, endorphins make a difference), getting a D for an exam, going to parties every weekend ( ( Read more... ) -
of Pedro
Pedro was born into a family in which the eldest son was always named Pedro. Pedro's dad was named Pedro, and so was Pedro's grandfather. He wasn't quite sure if his great-grandfather or great-great-grandfather was named Pedro too, but that was because he didn't get along too well with his grandfather and they didn't talk much.
When Pedro's mom ( Read more... ) -
of Carmen
When Carmen first met Carlos at Buendia's 22nd birthday party, she couldn't believe he was real. He had the charisma of a gentleman, the innocence of an untouched soul (something Carlos was to sorely regret having, later in his life), the sincerity of a best friend, and even the unpolished awkwardness of a bookish intellectual.
She wasn't quite sure ( Read more... )