i think half of ann arbor is at hill auditorium right now
From my real journal, this afternoon:
The sun is glorious and shining heatedly on the steps of Angell Hall--ah Angell, a man who was apparently a Baptist minister while he was the first president of the University. My skin is already winter pale and soaks up the sun frantically, with no regard for its future health.
Indian summer. Why Indian? Maybe Thomas Toon would know.
The fake ladybugs are out in full force and the wind is wreaking havoc on my faux-hawk.
This weekend I will LIVE in capital letters because I've found that I haven't been as proactive against Death as I should be. This weekend I will write and work and drink and look at cranes through binoculars and sleep little because tired is something you do not feel when you are dead.
Today, beauty is the way the sun infects everyone's mouths with glowing.
The sun is glorious and shining heatedly on the steps of Angell Hall--ah Angell, a man who was apparently a Baptist minister while he was the first president of the University. My skin is already winter pale and soaks up the sun frantically, with no regard for its future health.
Indian summer. Why Indian? Maybe Thomas Toon would know.
The fake ladybugs are out in full force and the wind is wreaking havoc on my faux-hawk.
This weekend I will LIVE in capital letters because I've found that I haven't been as proactive against Death as I should be. This weekend I will write and work and drink and look at cranes through binoculars and sleep little because tired is something you do not feel when you are dead.
Today, beauty is the way the sun infects everyone's mouths with glowing.