rivers belong where they can ramble. eagles belong where they can fly.

May 10, 2011 09:54

I've got to be where my spirit can run free.
Gotta find my corner of the sky.

I have Pippin stuck in my head right now. Probably because I just described my career/grad school aspirations as, "Fiction writing is my wife; the Bible is my mistress" and made Chekov regret ever saying the quote I ripped off to say so. And I can't even appreciate the fact that we're talking about the Song of Songs in class today because we covered it so much with Glenn last year, so I'm like, "... but mysticism. And Kabbalah. And mysticism." And Ron's just like, "lol no, I'm just going to tease you with a class on Christian mysticism that you can't take."

Troll. ... and besides that, I had a Moment of asdkwrghr this morning, when I saw I had 18 emails in my school account and thought they were all from Ron, telling me I'm a terrible person. (No, they were all advance notices that I have to turn books in on Friday.) (Ron, I object to that statement that, "Anybody who's ever had sex is gonna look at this poem and know what it's about, literally." Hi. Virgin here. I got it.) On the plus, just got to describe the difference between the Song of Songs and some Babylonian love poetry as, "The difference between 'Afternoon Delight' and 'I wanna fuck you like an animal'."

"What do they look like? A BIG ROUND THING WITH A NOZZLE! YAAAAAY!" (Ron, on why pomegranates ~ breasts)

life, school

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