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I'm still here. Sick and boring and cynical, but here.
I always get sick in November. Always. It's like clockwork.
Found out that a hot guy in one of my classes, who I've been lusting after all semester and have spent much class time fantasizing about, is gay. Heh, I feel stupid. Oh well. A girl can dream ;)
I discovered a poet who I'm growing to really like. Wallace Stevens. This is a nice poem by the guy, it's called "Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction".
When I opened the LJ page, I thought I'd have more to update with...but I don't...this will do I guess. Peace out
I always get sick in November. Always. It's like clockwork.
Found out that a hot guy in one of my classes, who I've been lusting after all semester and have spent much class time fantasizing about, is gay. Heh, I feel stupid. Oh well. A girl can dream ;)
I discovered a poet who I'm growing to really like. Wallace Stevens. This is a nice poem by the guy, it's called "Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction".
When I opened the LJ page, I thought I'd have more to update with...but I don't...this will do I guess. Peace out