but it only takes a sentence to know you're dealing with someone who can't."*
I don't think I can write, I know that I can. In the most obvious sense that loooook here, I'm writing sentences. But seriously, I want to write like F. Scott Fitzgerald and Tolstoy and Thomas Hardy and I want to make people feel things and think about things. I hope I can. I was at a party this weekend and some fairly drunk chick charmed a defintely drunk guy by quoting from The Great Gatsby to him (if you've never heard of William and Mary, this is very typical W&M). She only got out a couple of lines and I haven't read The Great Gatsby since high school but I heard the few sentences she could remember, it was just, "Damn. That man can write." To the drunk guy's credit, his immediate response was "Will you be in a relationship with me?"
So. I'm not going to write here to convince you of things, I'm just going to write to make myself write regularly and keep it somewhere. It may be that no one ever reads this thing and that's actually quite fine. I will also post things that I think are freaking cool if only because the amount of time I spent on a computer at work this summer made me very well acquainted with Google Reader and the joys it can bring. It's actually to the point that I have sacrificed valuable afternoon nap time in order to keep up with the new things popping up on my Reader. If you know how much I like sleep or how much any normal college student likes sleep, that should definitely tell you something.
Actually, in some way, I'm going to use this to synthesize all the sweet internet-ish things I find all day long but don't share on facebook because I don't want to be all obnoxious and flooding everyone's newsfeed.
So anyway. I have to get back to doing homework. Josephus isn't going to read himself. I've got Judaica to study. (I really like the word "Judaica," I think it just sounds realllly cool.)
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