it's finals time, and that can only mean one thing: it's time for a few pooh quotes. i should add here that reading winnie the pooh is perhaps the literary equivalent of curling up beside a nice fire with a cup of hot cocoa.
how i feel around 11am sometimes:
when late morning rolls around and you're feeling a bit out of sorts, don't worry; you're probably just a little eleven o'clockish.
something that anyone who has ever heard my obtuse references to interesting childrens' books will most likely agree describes me:
when you are a bear of very little brain, and think of things, you find sometimes that a thing which seemed very thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.
and something everyone should know, whether they are taking finals or not (but especially if they are taking finals):
if ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together, there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
(of course the last one's not really pooh, it's christopher robin to pooh, but the genius of a.a. milne was still rather appropriate in this instance and so i have overlooked that fact.)
boa sorte, all.
and i myself am looking forward to a real fire, real hot cocoa, and some pooh.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Sunday, December 2, 2007
missing in....action?
i don't expect to be posting much in the next few weeks (and this post has definitely been preceded by a distinct lack of posting-ness). oy vey, finals. although my recent lack of writing hasn't been totally prompted by the strain of academics.
there are just some experiences that cannot really be described in words, and i think that when you have one of those (or at least when i do), it requires a certain amount of silence for processing purposes, and also because there's just no way to write or talk about it that would do it any sort of justice.
maybe this will help. this is my friend julia:
there are just some experiences that cannot really be described in words, and i think that when you have one of those (or at least when i do), it requires a certain amount of silence for processing purposes, and also because there's just no way to write or talk about it that would do it any sort of justice.
maybe this will help. this is my friend julia:
she was beautiful in every sense of the word.
this semester has been chock full of curve balls. i'm ready for california.
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