| Whenever Richard Corey went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good Morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich--yes richer than a king, And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything, To make us wish that he were in his place. So on we worked and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Corey, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head. |
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| Wednesday, April 17, 2002 10:50pm | ||||||||
| If I were to say "ugh." that would about sum up how I am right now. But I will elaborate anyway. If you just came to see how I am, now you know. If you actually care, you will know soon. I am incapable of doing history. And I'm not about to say I shouldn't have to, but I really don't want to. The problem is that I really just want to watch a movie, and that will be my history for my life. I'm just not interested in the details. But the teachers are, so I have to know them anyway. And like I said in fifth grade, "why do I need to do this, the teacher knows this already." Also, Star Wars. I am not putting this in the "hate" section beause I do not hate star wars, I just dont' get it. My dad, I can see why my dad likes star wars. It was good for it's time. it was amazing, and I'm not disputing that. I'm just saying that people like Burton and Billy, both of whom I miss, should not really like Star Wars that much. It's just NOT THAT GOOD. And what's even worse is that the new star wars are worse then the old star wars. And people are all excited about them. And my boobs are bigger than Natalie Portmans, so THERE. I guess it's just this thing I have with stuff that was "good for its time" like Star Wars and Emily Dickinson. If it was good for it's time, it's not good anymore, because it's my time now...baby. So...history. And also I dont' know what to wear to UVA tomorrow. I'm going to be moving stuff, and it's going to be hot, and sometimes sunny. I guess i'll just have to see. Oh and that poem up top is what was on my english test today that I did well on. And tomorrow i will do poorly on my history test. Can't win em all. |
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