i just finished the horridness that was a novel called sister carrie. feels like i've buried something ugly very deep into radioactive ground. happy happy me. and the essay i wrote on it, somehow is of the really good and rambling sort. as in, i used a lot of big words in the right ways and spelled them good and now i'm gonna sound all smarterrific in class even though i have a cold and by then will probably have blood seeping out of my neck from the soarness that is my throat.

fewf. i love writing things.