Emily

I'm 21, an English major at University of V —, and a seeming addict of blogging. The things I love most in this world are

1. Thom
2. My mom, dad and sister
3. Being able to eat, sleep, and having a roof over my head
4. Poetry
5. My pets
   

Well, that was a nice list. I do love poetry, although I haven't been in the habit of writing much for about 3 and a half years, but I'm getting there again. I guess I have liberal political views (they're really just common-sense and humanitarian, but they ended up being the same as liberal.) I am a quasi-Buddhist. No, it's not that I'm afraid to commit, it's just that Buddhism is HARD. I'm not that big on conspicuous consumption. I live in a 20' X 20' cottage with Thom and I like it a lot. We have this computer, which we spend a whole lot of time on, but we don't have a TV. That's about it.

Eggh. It's hard to write an "about me" page and not sound stuck up. But if I weren't egotistical on some level, I wouldn't have a blog, now would I?

Nother Blog

I'm not sure why I'm starting another blog. I guess I want something new. I have to take a break from paper-writing for a while. Today I've been sitting in the library for a while, adding BS onto a paper that was barely 8 pages, until now it's nearly 11 pages. After we hit 11, only four more to go. Then I have to write a 3 page paper on a completely different topic, and they're both due the day after tomorrow. Oh, and I have two big Latin tests Monday and Tuesday.

Isn't school great?

Well, it's my own fault for procrastinating, not that I'm in the habit of procrastinating. It's just been kind of a crappy semester in some ways. My friend -- let's go old-school and use Roman names for aliases -- Cassius was taking up a lot of my time, distracting me from schoolwork, and then we got in a fight. Or, rather, when something happened that he didn't like, he freaked out on it, telling me that Thom was trying to control me. Then I realized that Cassius was the one trying to control me. I'll elaborate later.

Of course, all this happened a couple of weeks ago, and then, on top of it, I got my period and a head cold at the same time while I'm trying to write these papers. OK, I know this post is just a bunch of whining. Not all of them will be like that, I promise.

dadamax.

Dada exhibit at the National Gallery of Art, Washington D. C.

A) This is dim. As useless
as seeing when your eyes
are fully adjusted to
the darkness. The easy
black plane of dark and
the small pall of the
clock exuding numbers.

B) There are three types:
those who've read up,
those who haven't read up
but are
--chrissakes-- sensible,
and then the stupid.
Galleries are built by the rich
to enrich the poor
in taste
who have nothing to say
but He was a good looking
man, wasn't he?

He was, wasn't he?

Wasn't he
wasn't he
he was
wasn't he

he was
he was,
let's leave.