O generation of the thoroughly smug and thoroughly uncomfortable, I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun, I have seen them with untidy families, I have seen their smiles full of teeth and heard ungainly laughter. And I am happier than you are, And they were happier than I am; And the fish swim in the lake and do not even own clothing.
smith is fanshmastic. i have tons to say, but too much for here. i guess i thought i'd just sneak in a hello, and then list my classes because they are truly that amazing. german 100 conversation for german 100 color theory in german cinema and landscape fundamentals of music writing for art history/ reading and writing poetry (i have to choose) and then during january either a leadership program, or a french theatre class.
it is so beautiful here. also far too cold. golly. i hope that there is a chance for some of you to visit me, and also for people i've met here to visit me at home. there's a girl in two of my classes right now who's going to be in ashland over christmas, and she might come up, which would be amazing.
i shall reiterate that i want you all to come see me. come see me!
come see me paddle!!!!! tomorrow! rose festival! i have to be there at 7:30 am, but we'll be paddling throughout the day! so cooooooome!!!!!!! if not for me, for those awesome boats!
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interpol-how are things on the west coast ish? fanshastic! only not.
LVII somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose
of if you wish to be close to me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility; whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
at this moment in time, i'm going to wellesley. that could change, but i'm feeling pretty awesome. (the only other one i'm really considering is smith)
it's sad how much i want mail. i really really want mail. and to go do something.
darn people and their canceling of tea!!!
i now own ugly purple rainboots (which are growing on me by the minute), there's no place like home ruby slippers, and colorful, stripilicious underwear. it's very strange how well someone can appear to know you.
the ruby slippers are the highlight. i've been wearing them everywhere. not as dorothy, of course, but as the wicked witch of the east. i have the socks and everything.
the funny thing about my life right now is that lots of things appear to be going incredibly wrong, but i'm still having a magnificent time. i've been stood up twice (the third was due to a misunderstanding), gotten a ride home from my art history teacher, and i still have to finish my uw app by the deadline. BUT i've had two amazing dinners with maria, seen little miss sunshine (which was fantastic) and half applied to beloit. i now own donnie darko. which i am in love with. it makes me really happy. and its song played while we were waiting for miss sunshine to start. um, boys should call when they say they will. and i feel like i'm not adequately describing the way i feel. it's more than just happy. i've been genuinely enjoying myself. i ran into alan downtown, which was short, but good fun. i am in love with random coincidences, things that surprise you when they happen. a lot of them have been happening lately. like when i visited smith college (which, by the way, is now my first choice. omygod. oh. and i mean this in the most amazing way possible. i hated it, and now it's everything i hope for.) i'd been at mount holyoke (which was AWFUL.) seeing as i hated it, it took (suddenly i feel as if i can't spell took...)less time than expected, so we ran by smith. which is where the uh oh how wrong could i get holy fuck took place. yes. so, we drove into northampton, which was kind of amazing. and apparently they get music like portland, even though their radio sucks(how to save a life four times in two days. i almost thought i'd die. although i can sing along now...) and has all sorts of nifty shops, and reminds me of the towns on our coast. (i got the most amazing freudian slippers there. my feet stick out his mouth. putting your foot in it, ahar. i love them. oh hush.) and that's when i started to feel whoopsish. then we drove up to the college, and in, and stopped by their theatre. the mount holyoke theatre is awful. it is worse than lincoln's. (which isn't bad, but i expect more from a college.) and the campus looked nice. more, uhhh.....ehhh.....can't feel this way. like when you start to feel attraction for someone you've always hated, and been very vocal about. which is basically what this was. exactly. and then we got in the theatre, and. nice. and then i saw it. the sign. (an actual sign, although my mother, by this point, had been spending too much time with me, and got into a laughing fit over the punnage of sign vs sign, of which this kind of was both.) ARCADIA. for those who don't know, which is probably everybody, arcadia may just be my favorite play. and not for good reasons like it's well written or anything (although if the script had been bad, i'd have hated it.) but because of the whole tutor thing. as much as i hate to say it, romance makes me incredibly happy, and that play makes my cry. ish. gives me the same feeling as donnie darko, so maybe we're noticing a trend here. but the big thing about this, was that i'd been looking for pictures of arcadia at the mount holyoke theatre. it's kind of what i look for, because it's the play i associate with good college theatre. (it's the only good thing i've seen at reed. where everyone in it was amazing. macbeth SUCKED.) and then it was just beautiful oh. and later, in the hotel (maybe) i opened some of my halloween candy (starbursts), and both of them were pink. which is my favorite flavor ever. if you could word things that way. so you see. i have to go. (the campus was beautiful and amzing and ohhh the people were nice and interesting and their boathouse is fantastic as are their houses. and i'm getting to be very good at paddling, which makes me happy.oh. the education is good too XD.)
and i'll do that thing i was tagged for later. maybe XD
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thinking of arcadia