North Carolina pictures.


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Dear Chuck Palahniuk,

I like(d) you lots. I've enjoyed a your books, and for a while now, I've thought that you've been just getting better. Lullaby got me hooked, and I bought your books rather than just borrowing from friends here and there. (I now own six of your books, mister. That's more than I can say for a lot of authors.) I think Diary is ( Read more... )

2979 words and counting.

P.S. Joan Jett gets all the credit for, well, getting my through this analysis, so far.

Last night I dreamt that I was in possession of a small elephant, named Pennworth, who liked to chew on me. He was quite patient when a woman, whose name may have been Karen, came to lecture us on the dangers of backyard swimming pools.

Without intending to, I slept for three hours before dinner, and not only did Masaccio's "Trinity with the Virgin, Saint John the Evangelist, and Donors" (Fresco! Italian Renaissance! Church of Santa Maria Novella, Florence!) appear, but Pieter Brueghel's "Return of the Hunters" (Oil on wood! Flemish! Renaissance!) did as well ( Read more... )

"Do you know what an ambassador is?"
"Something that fly at night and sleeps during the day?"

It serves you right, Peter. You oughtn't have asked.

I have been studying and baking all weekend. I am unwashed and my hair is particularly unfortunate. I cannot close my eyes without seeing glimpses of Carvaggio or Jan van Eyck or Vermeer, Brunelleschi, Suger, Magritte. It's a headache, I tell you, but I refuse to do badly on this exam.

If on a Winter's Night a Traveler by Italo Calvino, however, ( Read more... )

I want it to be warm so that I can go play in the mud.

My mom says, "You're intimidating, so boys don't like you." Thanks, mom.

I'm an over-achiever, it's true. Some might even call that an understatement. I regularly deprive myself of sleep in order to not only complete my homework, but to complete it to the best of my ability. I drink multiple cups of coffee, everyday (and we're not talking girly frou-frou coffee drinks here, kids, I drink real coffee). I've been known to ( Read more... )

There is absolutely no viable reason for me to be awake at this moment, as I have just finished the last of my statistics homework (for this chapter, anyway) about seven minutes ago and some Art History a few hours before that, with a break for the baking of Ruth Reichl's "Last-Minute Chocolate Cake" in between. (How productive!) Tomorrow morning, ( Read more... )