Demain, dès l'aube, à l'heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends.
J'irai par la fôret, j'irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.
Je marcherai les yeax fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans rien voir dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit.
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les main croisées,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comma la nuit.
Je ne regarderai ni l'or du soir qui tombe,
Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Et quand j'arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.
-Victor Hugo
Tomorrow, at dawn, when the country side pales,
I will leave. You see, I know that you wait for me.
I will go by the forest, I will go by the mountains.
I cannot linger far from you for long.
I will walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Seeing nothing, hearing no sounds,
Alone, unknown, back hunched, hands crossed,
Sorrowful, and for me the day will become as night.
I will not see the gold of falling night,
Nor the sails descending towards Harfleur,
And when I arrive, I will place on your tombe
A bouquet of green holly and flowering heather.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Top Ten Reasons Why I'm Tired of College:
1. Because I am.
2. Because Louisiana is hot and stupid outside, and cold and boring inside.
3. Because writing a ten page paper every night for the next two weeks gives me hives.
4. Because I'm paying to go here, when, clearly, they should be paying me. Clearly.
5. Because I've been here 4 years and I'm still not finished.
6. Because high school had dances and I was smarter than all of my teachers.
7. Because it's fascism lite.
8. Because I haven't seen the mountains (not to mention my parents) in five months.
9. Because I'm so addicted to it.
10. Because all I really want to do with my life is grow plants and swim everyday, which doesn't require that I learn about the French Revolution in french, or that I can identify the gender iniquity of nations, or lable the improper use of reflexive pronouns, or define the geogenetic origins of religion. Trees, people. They require dirt, water and sun. Congratulations, those are the only answers on the final.
This is a picture of me SOOOO not thinking about college.
2. Because Louisiana is hot and stupid outside, and cold and boring inside.
3. Because writing a ten page paper every night for the next two weeks gives me hives.
4. Because I'm paying to go here, when, clearly, they should be paying me. Clearly.
5. Because I've been here 4 years and I'm still not finished.
6. Because high school had dances and I was smarter than all of my teachers.
7. Because it's fascism lite.
8. Because I haven't seen the mountains (not to mention my parents) in five months.9. Because I'm so addicted to it.
10. Because all I really want to do with my life is grow plants and swim everyday, which doesn't require that I learn about the French Revolution in french, or that I can identify the gender iniquity of nations, or lable the improper use of reflexive pronouns, or define the geogenetic origins of religion. Trees, people. They require dirt, water and sun. Congratulations, those are the only answers on the final.
This is a picture of me SOOOO not thinking about college.
Friday, April 14, 2006
A Fine Squall
"He sought his own features in those of the life giver
and saw two worlds mirrored there: the hair was surf
curling around a sea-rock, the forehead a frowning river,
as they swirled in the estuary of a bewildered love,
and Time stood between them. The only interpreter
of their lips' joined babble, the river with the foam,"
-Darek Walkott, Omeros
I'll confess, revamping my live journal was about 900,000 times more fun than doing homework on the Friday of a break. I'm sort of a scumbag for not posting anything lately, since there's certainly a lot to talk about.
Using your magnificent skills of visual inferrence, I'm sure you can tell that we're wearing togas in this picture. The lovely Student Life office finally let the TKEs have their party after, oh, five weeks of chain yanking. In the end it was grand. A great time was had by all, as is wont to occur when everyone's wearing a toga.
Yes, tim cut all of his hair off... it was a great day in history. "Florence Henderson" is not a look easily pulled off by many college men. Fortunately, his head is a lovely shape, which is not something a lot of people can say for
themselves.
On Wednesday Kacie and I threw a crazy party for girls because, well, we never hang out with girls. I've decided that all I want in life is to be a party planner. I LOVE planning parties and THANK GOD I have enough friends that when I throw a party I'm not stuck on the couch, looking at the dip with a lonely tear in my eye.
This time we fancied up the house opium-den style, all pillows and pink lights and had an orgy. Just kidding. We sat around and ate until we were fat and happy. And then we ate some more.
Meanwhile, I'm shirking my homework duties, which are, as of this moment, to tell people about Hippolyte Taine in French (trust me, he's a royal bore) and to convince Dr. Otto that believing that loving the Beatles is really a religion.
I hope you like the new digs. I was tired of writing on a blog that looked like someone else's.
"Everything between the two events was but a series of gropings and blunders, and false rudiments of joy." -Nabokov, Lolita
and saw two worlds mirrored there: the hair was surf
curling around a sea-rock, the forehead a frowning river,
as they swirled in the estuary of a bewildered love,
and Time stood between them. The only interpreter
of their lips' joined babble, the river with the foam,"
-Darek Walkott, Omeros
I'll confess, revamping my live journal was about 900,000 times more fun than doing homework on the Friday of a break. I'm sort of a scumbag for not posting anything lately, since there's certainly a lot to talk about.
Using your magnificent skills of visual inferrence, I'm sure you can tell that we're wearing togas in this picture. The lovely Student Life office finally let the TKEs have their party after, oh, five weeks of chain yanking. In the end it was grand. A great time was had by all, as is wont to occur when everyone's wearing a toga.
Yes, tim cut all of his hair off... it was a great day in history. "Florence Henderson" is not a look easily pulled off by many college men. Fortunately, his head is a lovely shape, which is not something a lot of people can say for
themselves.On Wednesday Kacie and I threw a crazy party for girls because, well, we never hang out with girls. I've decided that all I want in life is to be a party planner. I LOVE planning parties and THANK GOD I have enough friends that when I throw a party I'm not stuck on the couch, looking at the dip with a lonely tear in my eye.
This time we fancied up the house opium-den style, all pillows and pink lights and had an orgy. Just kidding. We sat around and ate until we were fat and happy. And then we ate some more.
Meanwhile, I'm shirking my homework duties, which are, as of this moment, to tell people about Hippolyte Taine in French (trust me, he's a royal bore) and to convince Dr. Otto that believing that loving the Beatles is really a religion.
I hope you like the new digs. I was tired of writing on a blog that looked like someone else's.
"Everything between the two events was but a series of gropings and blunders, and false rudiments of joy." -Nabokov, Lolita
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