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I am trying not to be a bum, and am therefore working my way through Ulysses. Actually, I've been surprised how much I enjoy all of the reading for my Irish lit class. The professor is my favorite man ever. He is old and Irish and rambles about the strangeness of being on stage, and I would marry him in a second.
Kim and I have been studying together- not because we have classes in common, but to make ourselves sit down and study at least sometimes. At the coffehouse in Isla Vista I was really liking the poetry that I'm reading for Irish lit, too. It's a bit harder to get into now, with the soundtrack my neighbor's birthday party is providing. I was pulled out of Yeats to the realization that I was listening to "Fuck the Pain Away" by Peaches.
Also, I swear I just heard a girl bark. Haha.
The live rendition of "Happy Birthday" a few moments later was actually quite moving, though.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
-William Butler Yeats