subject: oh, tom stoppard
mood: sleepy
music: the library at fourteen
CPCetc: why won't my back crack????
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The best thing I've read all day:
...Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one, a moment, in childhood when it first occurred to you that you don't go on for ever. It must have been shattering--stamped into one's memory. And yet I can't remember it. It never occured to me at all. What does one make of that? We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the words for it, before we know that there are words, out we come, bloodied and squalling with the knowledge that for all the compasses in the world, there's only one direction, and time is its only measure.

No matter how hard I try, I can't manage to convince myself that it's actually Friday. It feels too much like the beginning of the week to solidify that fact. And it's the Twelfth. Which means in four days, it'll be the Sixteenth. And then from the Sixteenth it'll be eight days until the Twenty-fourth. Less than that. Because it's almost 14.30, which means that in ten-and-a-half hours, it'll be the Thirteenth. Which means, that it'll only be three days until the Sixteenth usw, usw. Who says I have no concept of time?

Oh my God! I know that this is really lame, but I feel the need to share it with everyone, for no particular reason. I'm allowed to have a disgusting amount of pride in one aspect of my life, am I not? Anyway, I went bra shopping with Da yesterday (no, that's not what I'm proud of) and I've gone up a size!! 34 B! Can you believe it?? Needless to say I was incredibly pleased and made as much of a scene as is humanly possible in Wal-Mart (ergo not much of one at all. And Da just shook his head and decided not to say anything. Which was likely for the best.

I love how this post has gone from relatively intellectual to a Pre-Teen puberty discussion. It's rather sad, now that I'm thinking of it. *ponders*

Kiri! >^.^< ~mew!