Black Politics are so goddamn confusing in...
My professor for African American history ended our last lecture today by saying that he has no idea where black politics are heading in the U.S. nor does he really have any clue in which direction it should head. And I’m not really sure either, because you have leftist radical activists that work on race based issues up-front and then there is a more modern conservative perspective that...
Leaf blower welcomed me through the sunshine window this morning. Persistent for some time and droning, lulling me to remain in the sheets. I sat at the desk, watched as the leaves floated up instead of spiraling down. Currents rising, wind shaking the green and blue post-it notes on the varnished wood above my brow. Slick brick floor, misty rain. Caution tape wrapped around the fence, flagging....
Anonymous asked: (Part 3) Also, the way you smell makes me think of the words "dappled" and "brindled" or pretty much the sound of that entire poem. It's all fresh and angular and awake. It's kind of warm, but warm in the way that's like cuddling with you in your brother's cashmere sweater with the hole in it in your car at two in the morning in the middle of winter....
Anonymous asked: (Part 2) But your voice and manner and general dearth of impetuousness suggest otherwise; and, besides, I suppose we've held hands too many times for me to remain so deluded.
Anonymous asked: (Part 1) It's more like everything about you on the outside the way your eyes always change colour or your hips and general everything are asymmetrical or when you blush mostly only your cheeks are affected or you have got freckles and other curious little marks to count and to kiss like your clavicle that you said sticks out a bit at one end. I might expect your body to warp and evanesce...
Anonymous asked: (Also, it was Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins.)
Anonymous asked: If I could time travel, I would probably send the post of Friday night you to 22nd of June you. Probably.
Holy shit I am so hot right now! I’m sweating all over the place and it’s November. Disowdjhduezk I can’t sleep like this.
"Just realized I didn't know how to spell...
I thought that I’d compilate (which is almost like the word “compile” but more fun) a list of fitness activities I do everyday. This is a rough estimate based off of my fencing practices during the week. Also, my shins have been giving me some trouble for a good two months now and I’ve been unable to run or do stadiums. So there will be a lot of biking/elliptical in place...
The First Thing I Did Once Returning Home:
Get McDonalds after going months without it. SO GOOD TO BAD YUM MY STOMACH WILL DEFINITELY HATE ME FOR ALL ETERNITY.
Just started listening to Hello Sadness. This may or may not be the 7th or so listen of the album… Well, at least I’m writing my cognitive neuropsychology homework assignment right now to sort of distract me. Or it’s the other way around.
holameow replied to your photo: News Flash: My hairs are getting long. OMG :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD cannot wait to straighten that Ahaha yes! It would look super long.
The crows are the noisiest of birds; at least this is what I can gather with an open window and my heavy lids tempted to rest. Sometimes it sounds like an argument, or a shouting match, or a commander spitting commands, or a chant in unison. Altogether; cacophony. Loud, and conflicting. I can’t see them from beyond a haze of orange leaves. The sounds are not as easy to mask. I’m...
Oh man! I did something right!
I had strawberry yogurt chilling out in the fridge, which I stole from the dining hall. I also had a banana hanging out on my desk, which I also stole from the dining hall. I had nutella. Obviously. And you wouldn’t believe what happened next, will you. I put them… all threee ingredients… the strawberry yogurt… the banana… the nutella… in my...
Anonymous asked: So I remembered how to use proxies, but I can't like or reply to posts. Also, Every Defeat a Divorce's alternate title seems to be based on the science-fiction novella Three Hearts and Three Lions by Poul Anderson.
cosavuoldire replied to your post: Picking classes. Help determine my future! Art »»»»»» Marketing! Just as I had suspected…
Picking classes. Help determine my future!
I’m not very good at making decisions, but unfortunately I have to and these decisions are sort of important and stuff so give me some input? I know I am definitely taking the Intro to History of Art II course, which is MWF. And then I’m taking Super Easy Italian II MWF. I’m also pretty set on taking a Museum Studies class that is every W for three hours. But then I’m...
Listening to Hello Sadness. I feel like this album needs to be one that is playing in the background while you’re clenching onto the back of someone’s shirt, pulling them close, arms tensed, head buried deep into their collar bone, lying in bed with the blankets a strangling mess around your legs. It’s a strange thing for me to connect a break-up type of album with being with...
cosavuoldire replied to your post: cosavuoldire replied to your post: I’m pretty sure… ohh yeah. what’s really weird is that I can remember really small weird things like that but if I leave my room with the intention of doing something I will immediately forget my goal. I forget what I say, but then prestoginkyo quotes me and I still don’t remember saying it but clearly she does.
cosavuoldire replied to your post: I’m pretty sure I somehow found you on facebook. WANNA BE FRANDS? you see what had happened was one time you posted a picture of fencing and there was a name on your outfit and I searched it and tadaaaa~ actually what really happened was that I just psychically knew. Oh. I wasn’t aware that I had done that… But your psychic abilities are...
cosavuoldire-deactivated2011121 asked: I'm pretty sure I somehow found you on facebook. WANNA BE FRANDS?
There are these big hawks in the tree outside my window and they keep rustling around and I can’t really tell what they are doing but I’m going to guess they are trying to hunt squirrels are fight each other. I wish I could see them better.
Italian Composition Gone Wild (Not really).
Cameriere: Buonasera, Ristorante “Il Santo Bevitore”. Come posso aiutarvi?
Cliente 1: Buonasera. Vorrei prenotare un tavolo per due.
Cameriere: Per quando?
Cleinte 1: Per questa sera per favore. È possibile?
Cameriere: Che ore preferisce?
Cliente 1: Alle otto e mezzo.
Cameriere: Sì, c’è ancora posto. E il Suo cognome per favore?
Cliente 1: Robinson.
Cameriere: Grazie a Lei.
Cliente 1 arriva alle otto e mezzo, ma di solito.
Cameriere: Buonasera, ha una prenotazione?
Cliente 1: Sì, alle otto e mezzo.
Cameriere: Il Suo nome per favore?
Cliente 1: Robinson.
Cameriere: Per due, sì.
Cliente 1: Sì, ma la mia amica è un po ‘tardi. Posso chiedere una favore da Lei?
Cliente 1: Siamo in vacanza in Italia e voglio chiedere mia amica di sposarmi. Può mettere l’anello sul piatto per il dolce in posto del dolce?
Cameriere: Ah! Una idea molto carina. Volentieri.
Cliente 1: Grazie!
Cliente 2 arriva alle Ristorante. Siedono al tavolo.
Cameriere: Cosa vorrebbe?
Cliente 2: Vorrei le penne al pomodoro e basilico per primo.
Cameriere: Le penne fatta in casa, sono molto buone.
Cliente 1: Come sono le tagliatelle?
Cameriere: Le tagliatelle è un tipo di pasta che è lunga e piatta. Anche le fatta in casa.
Cliente 1: Va bene, vorrei le tagliatelle ai funghi.
Cameriere: Per il secondo?
Cliente 2: Lei cosa mi consiglia?
Cameriere: Il filetto di coregone ai porcini e molto bello e fresco.
Cliente 2: Come sono coregone?
Cameriere: Coregone è un tipo di pesce che è bianco.
Cliente 2: Grazie, li vorrei.
Cliente 1: Vorrei una scaloppini al limone.
Cameriere: Certo. Vorrebbe un cortorno o antipasto?
Cliente 1: Ci piacciono avere una insalata di condividere.
Cameriere: E da bere?
Cliente 2: Una bottiglia di acqua minerale per favore.
Cliente 1: Il Pinot Grigio per favore.
Cliente 2: Anch’io.
Cameriere: Perfetto, grazie.
Le cena è finita e Cliente 1 chiama il cameriere.
Cliente 1: Posso avere il menù degli dolci?
Cameriere: Certo, ecco a Lei.
Cliente 1: Grazie.
Cliente 2: Possiamo ordinare la torta al cioccolato.
Cameriere: Va bene. Caffè?
Cliente 1: Sì, grazie. (sussarra al cameriere) E ricordare l’anello.
Cameriere: Sì, ritorno subito.
Cameriere: Ecco a Lei.
Cliente 2: Mi scusi, ma questa non è una torta al cioccolato.
Cliente 1: No, la è una scatola per gioielli. Aprirla.
Interno che è un bel diamante sull’anello d’oro. Cliente 2 accetta il anello e sposarsi Cliente 1. Cliente 1 e Cliente 2 vissero felice e contente.
Italian composition has to be 200 words. I write one that is 425 words. Woops.
cosavuoldire replied to your post: Girlfriend oh wow, we never learned about that. does it mean like romantic girlfriend or just friend girlfriend like all those weird older ladies would say? I’m pretty sure it means the romantic type because it is a single word, as apposed to “girl friend” which would be the phrase the old ladies would use. As well as my mother…
In Italian, different words are used for a girlfriend of a girl or a girlfriend of a boy. Girlfriend n. (of girl) amica; (of boy) ragazza. And I’m totally writing my Italian composition about a woman proposing to her girlfriend at a restaurant in Italy and having the waiter help her out. How cheesy is that?
First fencing tournament of the year! I’ll be waking up at 4:30 for the bus that leaves at 5:30. I should probably get some sleep. I’m excited! Goodnight.