“Imagine that Romanticism is a cup of coffee…Transcendentalism is a quadruple espresso”
There was a girl in my English class today who refused to believe that I believe in nothing.
It’s not like I choose to believe in nothing.
I just haven’t found something to believe in. Which is what I’m looking for, I guess.
Like that U2 song.
It’s true though.
I’m not really cynical, I’m not optimistic. I’m kind of alone. We’re all alone though. I mean, everybody is alone.
Is love just a state of not being alone
Also known as coming up with reasons for why you don’t have to do homework assigned to you for the weekend.
‘MAKE IT FAMOUS [again]’
FRIGGIN A WE WILL
I really need to have a nice long talk with Fulton about my future and my desire to question reality.
Because right now I wanna just sit around talking about books and reading books and playing music and doing psychedelic drugs.
“Passive voice will be beaten out of you.”
One of the perks of having an English teacher father.
I want this A.
My English teacher says that she’ll round up grades if they’re at or above the 9.5 range, but not if they’re below. No exceptions.
GUESS WHO GOT A 79.5 FOR FIRST SEMESTER.