That's from a poem from 1295 or something. I got a sudden interest in old english poems today in the library. And even though I already knew the poem from trying to find the Ezra Pound satirical remix, I still got this thick thick book of poems from the 13th to 19th century.
I was in the library forever. I spent a disproportionate amount of time there. I really get into the nonfiction, namely the politics and poetry, but as soon as I get home, the books lose all potential to me.
But since my TV was sacrificed I will have more reason to read. It's hard to read a boring book though; that's why I got like 10.
I'm listening to Public Image Ltd. It's bringing me back to 9th grade. I listened to Public Image Ltd., Sex Pistols, The Buzzcocks, The Stooges, David Bowie, Marilyn Manson, Dead Kennedys, The Clash, and the Ramones. When I was 13 I listened to Cream, Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, and The Doors. Then in 10th grade I listened to Mott the Hoople and Velvet Underground and David Bowie. I was so into glam rock.
But enough about me. I spent a good part of the day stabbing the wall today. We're trying to get all the plaster off the walls in the living room because my mom is insane and decided to take it all off when such lengths are in fact unnecessary. But we're repainting it orange.
Still mad that I won't have a car next year.
Still mad that CC has a job and I don't.
Still mad that I don't have anyone to do stuff with, which could possibly be the cause of me feeling so old these days. In 9th grade I was cool but now.....I'm shrivelling. Not like I had friends then either, but things seemed to go better. I'm so boring.
Still feeling resentful.
Still hate hearing about people getting jobs, boyfriends, girlfriends, going out of town, doing things, etc.
Still can't wait to go back to school.