Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
break
Sunday, February 8, 2009
anyways, i got my first acceptance letter from a college on friday. it was from Rutgers. I didn't get that OMG I WAS ACCEPTED YAYYYYYYYY feeling. dunno why.
so I have 3 more colleges left to hear from. I dunno which one I will choose. they all have their pros.
Rutgers - many of my friends already attend there
SUNY Purchase - geared towards the arts and closest to the city
TCNJ - #6 on the Princeton Review's '10 Colleges with the Happiest Students' :D
SUNY Binghamton - probably the hardest school to get into for me
all are state universities, so yeah.
anyways, i'm writing this in the library, where I'm working. libraries are awesome. people should go there more often. the only people i see that come here are mothers and old white people. burr.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
nabokov
I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her –after fabulous, insane exertions that left me limp and azure-barred–I would gather her in my arms with, at last, a mute moan of human tenderness (her skin glistening in the neon light coming from the paved court through the slits in the blind, her soot-black lashes matted, her grave gray eyes more vacant than ever–for all the world a little patient still in the confusion of a drug after a major operation)–and the tenderness would deepen to shame and despair, and I would lull and rock my lone light Lolita in my marble arms, and moan in her warm hair, and caress her at random and mutely ask her blessing, and at the peak of this human agonized selfless tenderness (with my soul actually hanging around her naked body and ready to repent), all at once, ironically, horribly, lust would swell again–and 'oh, no,' Lolita would say with a sigh to heaven, and the next moment the tenderness and the azure–all would be shattered.
- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita.
I finished reading Lolita two weeks ago and this passage is still in my head.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
french
so many tenses to memorize. so many endings. presentpassecomposeimparfaitconditionelfuturplusqueparfaitfuturanterierconditi
onelpassesubjonctifandmanymore.
and why do words have to have a sex?
car is feminine, bed is masculine, music is feminine, kitten is masculine.
quoi. je m'en fous.
i hate irregular verbs.
je t'aime is an awesome phrase though.
