So, today I had Brit Lit and we were discussing the Gothic aspects of Romanticism. You know, all that wonderful stuff. In this class's reading list was the poem "The Eve of St. Agnes" by Keats. The whole premise of the poem, for those who have not read it (though I highly advise it), is thus ( Read more... )

I found it! I found it! I FOOOOOOOOUNNNNNDDDD IT!!!!

Needless to say, my months of searching have not been in vain. What a wonderful day!

This day started well. It ended less than well. I'd like to say I have hope for tomorrow, but I try not to kid myself. Nor will I point fingers, because the blame is all on me. At least, I'll say it is all on me, because I don't have enough time to hate someone other than myself. But I really want to. I guess when it comes down to it, I'm ( Read more... )

There is a certain elegance to my hands that seems to coexist, but not spill over, to the rest of me. My fingers are long and capable, but seem to flow and move with a grace I don't feel. While I bumble and never quite say or do what I mean, my hands are sure and true ( Read more... )

This has been bothering me all day. I'm really looking for an answer here, people ( Read more... )

Two words: Mojo Raisin ( Read more... )

Old friends sat on their park bench like bookends ( Read more... )

I feel far better today than I did last night. I got to see Missa and Stank again, so that was joyous as always. After coming home I spent some time alone sewing a drinking cape for Dave (Charles Bronson--NU people: you have to see it. It's classic.) and watching Fatal Attraction. Dad and Mom eventually returned to our humble abode. Dad and I ( Read more... )

I've reached the end of my concentration and I can't seem to pay attention to anything. Yesterday I wrote two papers and I've spent every waking moment studying for my exams, both of which are tomorrow. But that's enough of that. I have a better story to tell ( Read more... )

Today I broke down and decided I'd had enough of people making plans and then backing out (Though I know she had an excuse). I realized if I was going to see The Passion of the Christ, I would have to go alone. And since I already had time set aside today to see it, I traveled down to jolly Evanston to the 3:00 matinee ( Read more... )