semantics!

sometimes i call my roommate-friend semantics

and other times

i take semantics. which is oddly appropriate, given the subject matter.

i realized last week that i need to take one (1) more class in linguistics before i graduate. oops! i haven't taken any since... well besides the ones with my professor-love-of-my-life, about a year ago. any i realized how silly i was. because i love semantics ! i can be logical! meaning can have falsifiable theories that are accessible to the average kt. (being the only kt, i am the average as well as the extremes, oui?)

as far as i can tell, semantics seems to prefer using strange words for normal ones. ex: factive. this means factual. proffered. this means offered (sorta. mostly.)

also i love conversational implications! ex:

A: Mrs. X is an old hag.

B: Lovely weather we're having, isn't it?

are they related. yes! through conversational implicationssss. marvelous theory, actually.

okay, my rhapsody of the language is over.

over over & out

There are crazy people out there
and many having a better time than you.

--dallas clayton

three thousand and seven days later
and she was still hungry

"The sisters are watching their antiquarian interests, which date back to their childhood in Kansas, crest in their hipster-Brooklyn neighborhood, where every act seems framed in quotation marks."

my hands are sticky. the house smells like bleach. and the sewer. my heart is squishy. there are three bruises on my legs. my pink shirt has chocolate on it. three million clothes are on the floor. my house now includes four gnats. there is no longer air conditioner ( i wasn''t using it, but it makes me feel pathetic, regardless ) the outside is loud. the inside is louder (c'est incroyable, mais vrai ) . i am not wearing socks.

these are all things i want to change.


but i am le tired.


today did not go as planned. the letter i wrote did not go as planned. i think i write too much of myself into my letters and i spend the rest of the day feeling grumpy.

i know that if i just start everything will be okay. i hope that if i just start everything will be okay.

hello hello.

cousins are marvelous creatures, are they not? splendid and atmospheric and grand

i was a cousin this weekend. we all ate too much ice cream and played quiddler and 5 crowns excessively. the girls braided eachother's hair and went sun bathing, the guys (all growed up now, i guess) had beers and talked big fancy dreams about boats named the allie francis and vacations across the world. everyone went to barnes & noble and had at least one cup of starbucks per day.

we also cleaned the kitchen for grandmother (all except the last night, oh dear) and sat around almost scared of eachother for moments and went walking to the park for the swings and for our puppy dog.

with my aunt we talked sewing and furniture and hostessing. is this steryotypcial? she is slightly steryotypical but i love her dearly. with my uncle we had our philosophical and mostly theological differences. and with everyone we had fun.

theend

i forgot about this!

isn't that what always happens? but now sam has one. a real one.
(it's real because other people know about it)
i know about it

maybe i can be real too


yesterday was interesting because abhijeet asked me edit his essay. for med school. for freaking med school and he needed it that night?

maybe some people never change

i did edit it. maybe i never change, too.