It also makes me question what I have spent the last four years doing! I've trudged through Milton, Chaucer, Faulkner, Naipaul, etc etc... and now what? Countless essays later, I wonder if I've sucked all the fun out of reading for myself. Sometimes defining tropes, explicating internal rhyme schemes, and counting meters are just no good for feeling out the soul of a book, or even just appreciating it.
And here are my funny teeth*:

currently listening to:
Your Touch
The Black Keys
so tired from procrastinating (one final left!!), tiffany
* I happen to think it's funny seeing different body fragments individually. But then you put them all together and it's a bit anti-climatic. Like you know, every year Time Magazine or whoever comes out with the Most Beautiful Woman In The World Composites and it's just disappointing because instead of a gorgeous woman you always get a strange looking bird with Angelina Jolie's mouth. Always.
1 comment:
i'm jealous your teeth are beautiful, because i so happen to be doing whitening strips as i'm typing right now. no one ever told me i have yellow teeth, you included. what kind of friend are you?
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