“Where will we go? What will become of us? Can we hope to become the greater, the higher, the passionate, the fiery, the wanted? Each of us possesses an element, a source in which our existence is driven in one direction or another. At what point in time do we become in touch with that element and take control of the direction of our lives? When does this “self-actualization” take place? On our death beds? With a gun to our head? At the top of the mountain? When they cheer? What’s the climax?”—Dane
“The worst thing that could possibly happen to anybody would be to not be used for anything by anybody. Thank you for using me, even though I didn’t want to be used by anybody.”—Vonnegut- The Sirens of Titan
struggled analyzing a poem (for the first time in a while)
got a 98 on my literacy narrative, first paper of the semester!
learned some amazing things in Language and Linguistics, such as the origination of words like bromance, google, and the newly dubbed “failboat”.
And now, I’m realizing I don’t have time to be sick and upset. Therefore, tonight will go as follows:
I’m taking a shower, making myself look/feel decent
Going to the computer lab to conserve paper and print out everything I need
Making sense of that poem
Working on my close reading essay
Studying for Latin, Language and Linguistics, and Econ
Cooking myself dinner
Watching gossip girl
and quite possibly seeing Dane later
Hopefully tonight will work out in my favor. Something needs to. I’m coming to the conclusion that I need to learn to make myself happy. I’ve had this notion for a little over a year now, but I’ve never really put it into motion. I’m a strong person, and I typically don’t let things get to me. That’s going to prove useful.
“One day I would have all the books in the world, shelves and shelves of them. I would live my life in a tower of books. I would read all day long and eat peaches. And if any young knights in armor dared to come calling on their white charges and plead with me to let down my hair, I would pelt them with peach pits until they went home.”—The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate, Jacqueline Kelly (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other.”—Stranger in a Strange Land, Robert A. Heinlein (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)