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Sick of Livejournal
Hi all.
I have too many locations for blogs: myspace, facebook, livejournal, blogspot. It's just getting annoying. If you want to read my blog from now on, go to: http://margaretehellwig.blogspot.com/
Peace
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I am...not...Humbert Humbert...
Nabovok’s Lolita presents an excellent character study for writers. Mr. Humbert is an utterly despicable character to someone who has never read the novel. He’s a pedophile, a rapist, and just kind of pathetic. To someone who has read the book (specifically someone who has just recently read it), however, Humbert Humbert is a likeable man. His ( Read more... ) -
One Hundred Years of - Mom, can I have a new name, please?
It would be quite silly of me to re-cap all of the book reviews of One Hundred Years of Solitude. Quite simply, they all say the same thing: Marquez deserved that damn Nobel Prize. I cannot argue with this sentiment that all experts seem to have about Marquez’s work. What I can recount, with humor, is my friend’s reaction to the novel and (of ( Read more... ) -
Lately
I have intense moments where I miss people from my past. Too much time to think, and lack of drugs and booze I suppose, has made me think with more depth about my loved ones...or with more clarity anyway. My friends are so far away that they are like ghosts. I can perceive them, their emotions, their difficulties, and their happiness. They inhabit ( Read more... ) -
I suppose I am (Am I?) Engulfed by Sedaris
I just put down my copy of When you are Engulfed in Flames by the oh-so-popular David Sedaris. My obsession with this awkward gay man started when some of my friends in Pennsylvania had snagged an audio of his reading in Carnegie Hall. I had heard of the name before, obviously in one of my short story seminars in college or in passing with ( Read more... ) -
My Dog, The Exterminator
I have recently found that there is this tremendously nifty use of having a dog. Every time I kill a bug and stare at it thinking, "Oh god, I don't want to pick that thing up and get bug guts all over me," I call my dog. "Isabel!" I say in my high-pitched voice - the only tone she responds to. I then point to the deceased insect and she promptly ( Read more... ) -
Letter to the City
Dear Washington, DC,
I am writing not to cause any drama, not to start a fight, but to rather appease this situation that we find ourselves in. I find with each passing day that your reputation greatly exceeds your actual personality. The only character you maintain is one of hypocrisy and disloyalty. You house only the rich, you care none for ( Read more... ) -
who's left and who's leaving...
I can't really explain how I feel in great detail for several reasons, but mostly because it's hard to explain.
I am no good at living life. I don't want this life - it's not what I ever intended or wanted for myself. I was supposed to be happy. That's really all I want. And, instead, I am utterly miserable.
I need to go home, if someone could please ( Read more... ) -
Go ahead - make my day.
I always look at good times in the past and think, "My life is so miserable right now ( Read more... ) -
Please...
...something has to give.