bourgeois in the night
Do you recall when you first found out that Santa Claus wasn’t real? It was a bittersweet revelation, not so much dismaying, not all that surprising when you considered the facts…
You do realize that the thrill of things like bungee jumping and roller coasters is in the possibility that you may die horribly while doing them?
My senior year AP English teacher said I had an Abraham Lincoln-esque way of stating facts in triplicate form, much like this entry. I couldn’t think of a third quirky-cute thing to add here, so I thought I’d just put that.
I’m reading a book called "Flowers for Algernon" where they do an experiment on this dumb kid to make him smart. The book is written as a series of journal entries by the dumb kid, and he can’t spell for shit, so it’s giving me the worst headache to read.
I am so happy to have tomorrow and Monday off. Holla scholar!
