Today was one of those really weird Ohio spring days. In the sun, without the wind blowing, I felt sweaty in my spring coat. Without the sun, with the wind ripping unimpeded over the plains, I needed earmuffs and mittens. It. Was. Odd.
I had a weirdo epiphany today while working on my honors, and it is this: all classic and beloved children's books are magical realist texts. THINK ABOUT IT. The Hungry Caterpillar? If You Give a Mouse a Cookie? The Giving Tree? Maybe it's because they're all about talking animals/plants... Wait, no. Harold and the Purple Crayon — TOTALLY magical realism. This is blowing my mind.
I joined Twitter yesterday for no reason, and so did Kate and Abby. Just another stupid thing I have to keep updated.
Tonight is splitchers again, but I might not be able to go (for the second week in a row!) due to my workload. Stupid honors project keeping me from getting my drink on!?!
Speaking of getting one's drink on, Kate found this somehow last night:
It is, unfortunately, not a parody.
Marissa, Monica, and Chrissy were here last weekend, and on Sunday we went to Glengarry Glen Ross at Little Theater. It was AMAZING, but I have come to expect amazing from the senior/junior contingent of theater majors at Oberlin. Seriously, these guys will be famous someday.
Okay, back to work.
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