I got a pathological need to clean my desk, and I decided to tidy this desk tidy thing I have but never use, and I found an old MP3 player in it. Usually when I stop using MP3 players, it’s because they’re broken, so I figured this one was as well. I decided to connect it to my computer anyway, and it worked! It was still full of music, it started charging and it worked and everything! But the thing is, now I can’t remember why I stopped using it. That thing is like two players ago. I had an old iPod Touch after it, I think, and that broke and now I use a Creative ZEN my parents gave me. But why didn’t I go back to this one when my iPod broke? I can’t quite figure it out.
“From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw.”
— ‘From Childhood’s Hour’ by Edgar Allan Poe
Hair dyeing will have to be delayed by a day, ‘cause the shops were closed. And why were the shops closed? BECAUSE IT’S THAT WONDERFUL DAY OF THE YEAR WHEN EVERYONE’S LIVES HAVE TO BE INTERRUPTED BECAUSE THE CHRISTIANS HAVE TO CELEBRATE THE CELESTIAL DEPARTURE OF THEIR BEARDED LORD. AAAAARGH.
Overexcited. Going to dye my hair tomorrow. First time ever, which means I’m also slightly terrified, but I’m sure it’s gonna be fine. And it’ll be red! I’ve wanted to do this for so long. Any advice?
Very productive day of reading Vonnegut during confusing and incoherent lectures.
It’s actually much more boring to edit my own thesis than it should be. God, I hate reading my own work. It’s never good enough.
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“There was a man Dill had heard of who had a boat that he rowed across to a foggy island where all these babies were; you could order one -
‘That’s a lie. Aunty said God drops ‘em down the chimney. At least that’s what I think she said.’ For once, Aunty’s diction had not been too clear.
‘Well, that ain’t so. You get babies from each other. But there’s this man, too - he has all these babies just waitin’ to wake up, he breathes life into ‘em…’
Dill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions. He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies. He was slowly talking himself to sleep and taking me with him, but in the quietness of his foggy island there rose the faded image of a gray house with sad brown doors.
‘Dill?’
‘Mm?’
‘Why do you reckon Boo Radley’s never run off?’
Dill sighed a long sigh and turned away from me.
‘Maybe he doesn’t have anywhere to run off to…’”
— To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (Chapter 14). Dill was based on Harper Lee’s friend since childhood, Truman Capote.
“I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.” — Atticus in To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.