Apparently, I need cheese nips and chocolate to write research papers. And coffee. And lots of prayer.

I look out to the fields ( Read more... )

...and mostly what I need from you" (I love the qualifiers in that line--"hardly" and "mostly". They amuse me ( Read more... )

I hope I get at least one more snow day before I graduate. Speaking of graduation and hopes for the future, graduating on time would also be nice. And a semester in England is the final element to make my college experience ideal. This is all very tentative, though, obviously. I guess the future always is anyway. Which leads me to another topic: ( Read more... )

I want to go home I miss Violet I want to sit beside the Christmas tree and drink coffee in the morning and chamomile tea at night.

That's the end.

I hadn't been at UNC for very long when I heard about "the pit preacher". He stands in a central point of campus (the pit, a rectangular, sunken area surrounded by the student union, Student Stores, the undergrad library, and the dining hall) and preaches hellfire and brimstone. Fornication equals damnation, etc, etc (he preaches against sin, but ( Read more... )

I don't think this post will be as controversial as the last one was ( Read more... )

It's raining!

I have mad amounts of studying and homework to do before tomorrow but I just want to ask one question: why does Cinderella have to have small feet ( Read more... )

While working through a passage of The Aeneid today, I read about someone in flight surpassing the swift Hebrus, which according to one of my books is a "slow Thracian river which Vergil thought fast." It just cracks me up to think of Vergil writing about the swiftness of what is in reality a slow river and that the author of this particular book ( Read more... )