-I gave an interview to a pretty cool kid today. She told me about collecting insects, and how she got really excited when she found a flea.
-I'm reading Seamus Deane's Reading in the Dark for Annabel's class (and enjoying it more than I should, considering I have so much else to do. It's (big fucking surprise based on his debilitatingly Irish name and the distressed photo of sad children on the cover) a semi-autobiographical novel about growing up poor and Catholic in Northern Ireland in the 40's and 50's. Being of easily-inflamed Irish Catholic descent, you may imagine how into this I'm getting. And it turns out that UNCLE EDDIE WASN'T REALLY AN INFORMER; HE WAS SET UP BY GRANDFATHER!!! AND DA DOESN'T KNOW!!!!!!!!1!
15 years ago
2 comments:
that sounds intense and I don't like it in the least.
Books are scary
Hey, that's the culture I'm immersed in! I recognize that!
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