May 4th, 2004

this is me

and you're so coy.

"I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires." Araby by James Joyce

Good Lord, I need to spend the rest of my life doing something English related. Solely due to this passage. And A Room With A View, but that doesn't count, what with that whole lowest-score-ever-on-an-essay thing and all.

I really want to write. But no, I have to study for History. I think I'll put off studying. Or writing. Something will happen sooner or later. Probably neither.

the cool air will rush your hard heart away
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