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100 exp. to anyone who understands the wonderful hidden play on words in the post title.
A fucking idiot asked me what i hoped to accomplish by the end of summer. the obvious answer, in lieu of the standard response of nothing, was to finishing reading the brothers karamazov (if only to quell my deep desire to heed nicholson's advice). having actually been thinking about how to waste my time, here's the updated list of what i'll be trying to do:
Finish reading A Song of Ice and Fire, up to the latest book. reading the actually novels is so much better than the show; i can make characters uglier or more attractive as opposed to their live action counter parts...and i actually remember the characters instead of wondering who the fuck the man in the tattered smock is.
Catullus. Getting you into my life; your words move me.
Anaïs Nin* why can't my life be as yours was?
French and Italians* because i miss it.
The return of bad habits on the balcony. It worked the first time and 2 liters of vodka will make it easier.
i can't think of anything else at the moment, only sensible activities like volunteering or interning or working at a godawful place. who wants to do shit like that? ... well, i do, to a lesser extent.
*here's a haul of free books i've taken into custody after raiding a vacant apartment. i'll keep them, adore them as they once were adored, and return them should the original owner(s) ask me nicely.
on a completely unrelated note, i am fucking obsessed with iain glen as jack taylor. it's the kind of show that you think might be absolute shite when you see jorah mormont skulking around galway in an oversized coat, but once you start watching it hooks you like some wonderful drug.
What's happnin'??
So, i'm finally done with that grotesque ordeal regarding writing up stuff and referencing and transcribing that's worth a shitload of points. But. I digress. I feel the relief, the sensation of having the weight of the world lifted from my shoulders (thanks, atlas) and i can function like a normal ... younger person again. the funny thing about today: breakfast blunts. i imagine.
ok. back to mindless, tedious thoughts and observations about the last day of classes. OH MANS. I was absolutely heartbroken when i was sitting in italian class, listening to my teacher spew expletives and insults in a foreign tongue, and when the thought smacked me upside my giant head: this was the last time i'd ever see my teacher again (i've admitted it elsewhere, but i guess now would be an ok time to do so, too) because i've harbored some attraction towards him...there are countless qualities he possesses that are immensely irresistible to me (and maybe other girls who aren't into the super machismo or hyper sensitive fellows and enjoy sipping/downing whiskey while watching fellini films and playing the beatles' revolver in the background..but! i digress). it was definitely the glasses that made me like him initially (it's my thing. probably a borderline fetish). no more sweaty pit stains and slightly smirked (to the right side) grins occurring in uncomfortable situations or in uncertainty or ...when something kinda humorous went down. oh. i'm really gonna miss seeing him everyday. seriously. especially those pit stains.
the only thing i have to immediately stress over is my final for italian tomorrow.
with all my forthcoming free times, i'm apt to get some belated shit done; hmmm, like sending stuff to people about stuff that happened and what of it now. to whoever reads this and can infer that this is about: i can gather my thoughts together and come up with a retort that encompasses what i meant, and mean and feel and think now. expect something.
i also want to get up some relatively insanely interesting pictures i took while studying/doing school stuff in yrl, that new library hangout i've been frequenting. i like how it's nearly deserted, the construction on the ground floor might be the likely culprit, and has multiple floors with labyrinths of shelves containing the most oddest printed things (francis grierson, snark hunting, scientific anthologies of brazil, & the list goes on). but the point of interest here lies in those individual desks, lining the walls and flanking the giant windows that allow mindless gazing outside, of the upper floors.
coming soon.
