vendredi, février 23, 2007
whee im depressed. yeah, if you're slightly versed with psychology perhaps you might understand why that sentence is written that way. can you really tell what's going on in my little mind if i do not tell you? guess?
the night before, i was sad, i read Metamorphosis, by dear Franz Kafka, from Gutenburg website. what a frightening story. though i wished it was longer.
last night, or rather throughout the day but mostly at night, i speed-read through Shadow Puppets, by dear Orson Scott Card. feels like only the third time i read it. but it's just so nicely familiar and comforting after Kafka's words.
help.. blub blub...
anyway the recent spate of scuba diving incidents have dented my enthusiasm for it. how sad. not my dream death to die like that, not very glam.
oops i need to do work. i should not wait till everyone has borrowed all the books in the library before starting to go looking. but it's too late.
whee im depressed. yeah, if you're slightly versed with psychology perhaps you might understand why that sentence is written that way. can you really tell what's going on in my little mind if i do not tell you? guess?
the night before, i was sad, i read Metamorphosis, by dear Franz Kafka, from Gutenburg website. what a frightening story. though i wished it was longer.
last night, or rather throughout the day but mostly at night, i speed-read through Shadow Puppets, by dear Orson Scott Card. feels like only the third time i read it. but it's just so nicely familiar and comforting after Kafka's words.
help.. blub blub...
anyway the recent spate of scuba diving incidents have dented my enthusiasm for it. how sad. not my dream death to die like that, not very glam.
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