lire.

i was at my calc tutor's today and some random guy whose name i don't even know tells me "man, you look really tired." and i said thanks, smiled, and moved on. today was an okay day. read a lot, so that was good. i'm having trouble writing, though. the words won't come.
current reads:
Satire: That Blasted Art edited by Clark and Motto
J.D. Salinger, Revisited by Warren French
Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley (for school)
they're all very very excellent. i would recommend them in a heartbeat. although, i suppose the recommendation would depend on the recipient, i mean, i wouldn't recommend a book on Salinger to my mother, for one thing... ha.
oh. and i got a hundred on my French essay on Cyrano de Bergerac. i also got a hundred on my essay involving constant themes in Fahrenheit 451, Lord of the Flies, and Julius Caesar. although, i wouldn't think much of the latter-- it wasn't all that difficult. just interesting. my English teacher left a comment, saying that i have a "sassy" way of writing... whatever that means...

well, i breathed today and had a lot of nicorette. i've also revised my dieting plan and had some fun with Chris. of course, there's a load of homework in front of me, but i think i'll go read some of the satire book; it's quite amusing.





leaves were on the ground today, and i kept thinking of the definition of home.


oh-- and during English, we were also discussing metaphysical poetry; the teacher asked "Do you guys believe in true love?" (we were talking about Donne's Forbidding Mourning) and i immediately blurted out "no." a bit loudly. it wasn't that loud, it's just that compared to the silence coming from everyone else... well, at least i made some people laugh.