I have chosen my next read--Flann O'Brien's "At Swim-Two-Birds". The style is new and intruiging to me, and frankly a bit fun. The narrator will say something along the lines of "The suit offended at least two of the five senses" and then will break from his paragraph and say "Name of two senses: smell, sight". I don't really know how to word it, ( Read more... )

The days have been too many since last I've updated, reader, but by the same token the events have been just as numerous during my absence--I have kept busy ( Read more... )

Let summer begin, plump with promise and daft as to what the future holds.

Calculus and Theology fade from my memory even now as I write, they are now things of the past. With only physics left to overcome I grow more anxious and ecstatic over school's end. In all actuality my physics final will probably the massacre of the century, but no matter ( Read more... )

With my English final over and done with I shall more or less shut myself off as far as studies go. I have completed what I care for. The rest is simply obligatory ( Read more... )

Filled with pumpkin pie and clean-shaven, I await my last Monday as a highschooler. I feel an astonishing loud nothing in my being when thinking about it, but I guess the remorse over leaving the highschool life will hit me later--or not at all. Oh well, I am looking forward to delving into the literary world in college, sponging up all the ( Read more... )

Shortly after visiting Chris today I plopped on my bed, and for the first time in months flipped on the television. Somehow poker was on, and an age-old passion rose in my chest. I long for the feel of cards in my hands, the thrill of shuffling clay chips and the rush of knowing you just bluffed someone out of a huge hand. Ah, I am not ashamed to ( Read more... )

So Chris has mono. I feared the worst at first: going days and maybe weeks without seeing him, but no no, no no. Logic came in earlier today and I realized that if he has the infamous "kissing disease" then I must have contracted it as well. The question is why am I not sick? I had a little fling with a sore throat and runny nose last week, and I ( Read more... )

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I am no longer a cat person to any degree. The only grudging tip of my hat goes to overweight tabbys that sleep and eat, splendoring in the sun lazily all day. This dramatic shift from the stereotypical gay man's affinity for the felines is caused by my mother's new cat named unusually "Baachi", which I am told is Italian for kiss. This ( Read more... )