For Halloween, a bunch of pretty witty gals and I went as magnetic poetry. We walked down Franklin and stood around while mostly inebriated boys tried to arrange us into coherent verse. It was fun. Kudos to whoever had the idea; it was great, see? See what fun and sketchy poems we make?
George Eliot explains why no one ever writes stories about perfectly happy women (Quote of the Day):
"For the happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history." - The Mill on the Floss
To the person who sent this to the Kvetching Board in today's paper, THANK YOU. I want to find you and give you either an elated hug or a nod and knowing smile. I could not agree more:
"We all have work, such is the nature of college. Your life is not hard. Neither are your classes. So stop procrastinating, start doing your work and please, for the love of all that is holy, QUIT COMPLAINING ABOUT IT!"
P.S. The deserved points go to Rachel, who properly identified the photograph of the beautiful and the damned: Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald. (I wish I had the face to get her kicky little haircut--both Zelda's and Rachel's!)