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You know, I would probably be able to sleep decent hours if I had fewer ingenious ideas. That must be my problem.
Is it socially acceptable to sketch people without their knowledge? That’s pretty much all I did for the duration of tonight’s dreary night class. And created sophisticated (yet esoteric) witticisms. And outlined my sweet research paper on narcissism. And ate Life Savers. In short, even though I can seldom pay attention to anything by nightfall on Tuesdays, I’m extremely excited for the next class. According to the syllabus, we will be reading and discussing Hemmingway’s “Hills Like White Elephants”, and I love that story like the Dickens*. Realistically, we probably won’t get around to discussing it, but I’ll read it again and things will be momentarily super. Hemmingway and I use the same brand notebook, you know.
Apparently I’m the only one in said class who will willfully admit to loving poetry. Shameful, people, shameful.
I love free fonts.
Oh, and I went to the library today and attained “On The Road”, so all you beatniks can stop mocking me for not having read it. And by “all you beatniks” I mean Bryan and Alison.
Well. That has been enough literary and art fueled banter for one evening, I feel.
* I actually hate Dickens, but in this case I was using the figure of speech. Shut yo mouf.
