Reposted from today's Ommatidia, by Brendan Atkins.

The velcro elves clamber by night up Euler’s winter jackets and weave hair and dirt in among the nylon loops. It’s not even his hair, it’s hair from dogs or tweed or, once, threads of real corn silk. Sometimes it’s the exact color of hair that will make your girlfriend so angry she leaves ( Read more... )

Because it seems like a smarter idea anymore, this journal is going locked ( Read more... )

It occurs to me that two men--even homosexual men--could never do this.

This maybe, but its still a stetch.

Got free press passes to an advance screening of Michel Gondry's new movie, The Science of Sleep, at 7 tonight. Gondry being the director of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, my favoritest movie ever.

Squee!

It's September 19th.

International Talk-Like-A-Pirate-Day.

Yarr.

New goal. Before my freshman year is out.

30 sonnets
10 rondeau
10 triolets

All of which must be at a level of quality I can respect.

I'm going to Rocky Horror. Virgin sacrifice!

I'm below the $100 financial cushion I prefer to keep. I don't have a job. And I just got another $375 billed to my Bursar's account for my meal plan ( Read more... )

Were it not for the whims of an English teacher I detest, I might have enjoyed Herman Hesse's Demian. Even though I disagree with the book at its end (Gasp! I actually let myself have an opinion on a book! I should be ashamed!), it would've at least been an excellent conversation starter, something to be mused over and debated ( Read more... )

And I dodge the Sword of Damocles for another night.

At the rate homework is being thrown at me, though, I'm getting scared. It can only get worse from here, after all.