drugs are bad.... m'kay?
wow, that claratin was supposed to last for 12 hours right? so why the fuck isn't it working? maybe it's the fact that it's mold and not pollen. who knows, but having a pill that doesn't prevent all the types is horseshit... it's like inventing gas just for lawn mowers. in any case, i feel like a pot boiling over, all violent and miserable, overflowing with torrents of mucus and fits of sneezing. bleah...
on the other hand, i had some tea, which provided enough of a respite to read more of "cold mountain" and the book is sublime. the writing is seriously the most lush, decadent language i've encountered in a while. i even have to look up the occasional word, though mostly on account of their being dated objects and figures. there are some words, beautiful words, that i didn't quite remember or know previously, such as nachre. there are others, and i'll have to make a list, but this will have to do for now; serve as a reminder and contract to extend the boundaries of my vocabulary.
i feel like i should amend the first entry of yesterday, in that i didn't mean to sound so haughty. maybe it seems like i'm a complete prick, a conceited, pompous jackass who's opinion of his own writing far outstrips his abilities. well i know my writing is far from grandiose, classic literature, but i know shoddy shit when i see it, and most of the livejournals i see are far from fascinating. i've seen recount of a girl's travelings and interaction with bush tribes in africa... now that's interesting. far more so than my own material i must say, but to reiterate: "i ate lunch" is not compelling reading, but "lunch was a skirmish over a hodgepodge of communal pudding cups and sandwiches" is much better. embellishment takes no effort, yet it lends flavor and such a greater depth to the read. i wish more people would favor it.
on the other hand, i had some tea, which provided enough of a respite to read more of "cold mountain" and the book is sublime. the writing is seriously the most lush, decadent language i've encountered in a while. i even have to look up the occasional word, though mostly on account of their being dated objects and figures. there are some words, beautiful words, that i didn't quite remember or know previously, such as nachre. there are others, and i'll have to make a list, but this will have to do for now; serve as a reminder and contract to extend the boundaries of my vocabulary.
i feel like i should amend the first entry of yesterday, in that i didn't mean to sound so haughty. maybe it seems like i'm a complete prick, a conceited, pompous jackass who's opinion of his own writing far outstrips his abilities. well i know my writing is far from grandiose, classic literature, but i know shoddy shit when i see it, and most of the livejournals i see are far from fascinating. i've seen recount of a girl's travelings and interaction with bush tribes in africa... now that's interesting. far more so than my own material i must say, but to reiterate: "i ate lunch" is not compelling reading, but "lunch was a skirmish over a hodgepodge of communal pudding cups and sandwiches" is much better. embellishment takes no effort, yet it lends flavor and such a greater depth to the read. i wish more people would favor it.