Midterms.
So, Victorian Lit tomorrow, and all I’ve accomplished tonight is to down a Full Throttle and make ridiculous faces at myself in the mirror whilst listening to Timbaland. I wish I was exaggerating.
“OOH BABY YOU AIN’T GOTTA FLOSS FOR ME!”
“…The paradox pertains just as strongly to the poem’s other great subject, love. One can know precisely what one needs and wants in a lover, and yet such knowledge does not prevent one from pursuing someone who has none of these qualities. To say that the Lady makes an error in fixating upon Lancelot is not to disparage Lancelot himself, about whom we know little. Nor is it to suggest that the Lady ought to have stayed forever at her loom: as I note below, she seems equally cursed if she stays her weaving or if she stays at it.”
—
Erik Gray, “Getting it Wrong in the Lady of Shalott”
(Further proof that if you were a woman in Victorian poetry, you were basically doomed regardless of what you did.)
WHO’S EXCITED?
All night term paper marathons result in a number of things
- 2+ energy drinks
- a devastating blow to my musical collection (see also: Missy Elliot, Jay-Z, JC Chasez, Will Smith..)
- making obscene facial expressions in the mirror as I lip sync to the aforementioned artists
- procrastinating all night and then writing the bulk of my paper in between the hours of 4 and 6 in the morning
- zombie!Alex for the next two days
*Facepalm*
- Jake: Well I shouldn't really spend 20 bucks right now.
- Jake: ...But I could really use a hat.
- Alex: Yeah I need to download groceries.
- Alex: .....oh my god.
- Alex: Did I actually just say that.
Sarah says that Hedonism Bot = Me. This idea pleases and amuses me.
“Don’t miss your boat
It’s leaving now
And as you go I will spread my wings
Yes I will call this home
I have no time to justify to you
Fool you’re blind, move aside for me
All I can say to you my new neighbor
Is you must move on or I will bury you”
It’s leaving now
And as you go I will spread my wings
Yes I will call this home
I have no time to justify to you
Fool you’re blind, move aside for me
All I can say to you my new neighbor
Is you must move on or I will bury you”
— Dave Matthews Band, Don’t Drink the Water
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“Snaketail what art thou doing?” called Voldemort. Then…… he started coming! We could hear his high heels clacking to us. So we got on our broomsticks and we flew to Hogwarts. We went to my room. Vampire went away. There I started crying.
“What’s wrong honey?” asked Draco taking off his clothes so we could screw. He had a sex-pack (geddit cuz hes so sexah) and a really huge you-know-what and everything.
“Its so unfair!” I yielded. “Why can’t I just be ugly or plain like all da other girls and preps here except for B’loody Mary, because she’s not ugly or anything.”
”— Ebony “Enoby” Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way, My Immortal
The contents of my pencil case. Because I make OCD look good.
I bought nerds today. I like it when my tongue turns different colours. In this way I am very much still eight years old.
