Time cuts down all, both great and small.

Today I was at the grove cafe with Anu getting motivation to study in the form of esspresso and chocolate, and I noted that there were lots of cute boys with beards there who look like they're into like maybe either Band of Horses or Kant, and I decided that I really should be spending more time at the Grove. As we were leaving, I was telling Anu about this observation, and she looked at me kind of funny so I started to explain, "Have I not told you about my thing for beards?" or something to that effect, when suddenly around the corner comes a guy with the biggest freaking beard on campus, I'm not even kidding you, it was like Iron and Wine status, except darjer and possibly fuller. I really couldn't even be embarassed, it was just too classic. I simply laughed heartily, looked down in shame, and went on my way.

I think I am going to write my lit paper on the primer that little puritan children used back in the day. It is chock full of charming phrases such as,

F: The Idle Fool,
is whipt at school.

and

G: As runs the Glass,
Man's life doth pass."


Hurrah for living in fear!