I saw Her last night. I got to spend one hour in close proximity with Her. Her hands are so beautiful. I just lay on the couch for half an hour after the class thinking of Her. So much for the theory that my obsession is getting more realistic.
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I was reading Herman Melville’s Benito Cereno last night and I have to say that, even though my teacher seems to think very highly of this piece, I find it quite boring. Melville writes even more difficult language than me sometimes. It was like reading legal texts: one main sentence that is constantly interrupted by numerous subordinate clauses which, in turn, are interrupted by more subordinate clauses. Sometimes I needed to read the entire paragraph all over again to get the idea. Well, I suppose I just have a problem with the structure. Holding the important information till the very last makes the beginning boring if you don’t know how interpret the little clues the main character in his almighty stupidity decides to ignore.
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I’ve never really gotten the whole fuss about people’s arses until now. I’m writing this in a somewhat public place and that woman has THE most perfect bottom I have ever seen. “Spec-TA-cular!” God, I’m so gay.
