Actually the most intense article about hipsters.

In other news, all applications are in.  Now, the agony and the ecstasy of waiting for them to reject me.

(Or not.)

You really should read that article- although the tone of it makes you wonder why anyone would do anything but smoke Parliaments and take Polaroids and wait for the world to come down ( Read more... )

I was sort of peeled apart recently by a poem a friend posted, so it seems fitting to share one I love in turn.  Thanks to my very old friend Mirit for sharing it with me.  And by very old I mean we've known each other since we were six.  Mirit herself is only 23.  Which, let's face it, when you're like ten, that seems old.

I should shut up.

( Here's the poem! Read it! It's freaking amazing! )

I've started making decisions about whether or not to attend classes based on the crossword puzzle.

Monday's puzzle doesn't take the entire class period to do, and I am usually left with about 30 minutes of clock-watching down time.

Wednesday's puzzle, however, takes longer.  I may go to class today.

Man.  Heath Ledger.  Serious, and selective about his career.  An actor who valued a respectable repertoire, and whose career has been cut short far too soon.  And on a less sombre note, my thirteen-year-old self thought he was pretty hot in The Patriot.  He will be missed.

What a strange few days it has been.

It rained at home, and it's raining ( Read more... )