Monday, November 24, 2008

From The Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler

The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you. It's the same as going on a vacation. Some people spend all their time on a vacation taking pictures so that when they get home they can show their friends evidence that they had a good time. They don't pause to let the vacation enter inside of them and take that home.

Returning with a secret is what she really wants. Angel had a secret and that made her exciting, important. Claudia doesn't want adventure. She likes baths and feeling comfortable too much for that kind of thing. Secrets are the kind of adventure she needs. Secrets are safe, and they do much to make you different. On the inside where it counts.

Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place, but there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around.

I think you should learn, of course, and some days you must learn a great deal. But you should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up inside of you until it touches everything. And you can feel it inside of you. If you never take time out to let that happen, then you just accumulate facts, and they begin to rattle around inside of you. You can make noise with them, but never really feel anything with them. It's hollow.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

New Song on Repeat Right Now

The Modern Leper
by Frightened Rabbit

A cripple walks amongst you all you tired human beings
He's got all the things a cripple has not working arms and legs
And vital parts fall from his system and dissolve in Scottish rain
Vitally he doesn't miss them, he's too fucked up to care.

Well is that you in front of me?
Coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg
On his last leg

Well I crippled your heart a hundred times
And still can't work out why
You see I've got this disease I can't shake
And I'm just rattling through life
Well this is how we do things now
Yeah this is how the modern stay scared
So I cut out all the good stuff
Yeah I cut off my foot to spite my leg

Well is that you in front of me?
Coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg

Well I am ill
But I'm not dead
And I don't know which of those I prefer
Because that limb that I have lost
Well it was the only thing holding me up
Holding me up

Well I'm lying on the ground now
Walking through the only door
Well I have lost my eyesight
Like I said I would but I still know

And that is you in front of me
And you are back for even more of exactly the same
Well are you a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg
And you are not ill and I'm not dead
Doesn't that make us a perfect pair
Just you and me
We'll start again
And you can tell me about what you did today
What you did today

Wednesday, November 19, 2008


Here are the classes I've ended up with (and I'm pretty happy with this conclusion):

French 112
The Pentateuch
Multicultural Literature
World Geography

We'll see how it goes!

Thursday, November 13, 2008


I hate putting together my schedule for the next semester. It makes me frustrated and angry. I just wish someone would put me in random things and it would work out. I'm not good at this. I'm annoyed.

Thursday, November 06, 2008


I wish I still had these tapes for my french class now...

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

My First "I Voted" Sticker

There was one person in line in front of me when I went to vote around noon today. It was an elderly, handicapped black man. It seemed appropriate that I wait behind him as he struggled to get his wallet out of his pocket. He would have to sit and would need the man with him to help him vote. But he voted. And so did I. I walked out with a little skip.

Now I'm not sure what to do with my sticker. I don't want it to take it off its backing until I have something permanent to stick it on. I may live in a red state, but I like knowing I was part of the twenty-six percent.