Today, I took my final midterm, went to a lecture on Mao Zedong and the Peasant Movement in China during the 1920s, worked for a little bit before throwing up and going home. Then, I sat in bed and read about the foundations of rural Chinese society, Frida and Diego, and the Mexican Revolution.
The words I have recently been hearing more than any other are: REVOLUTION, STALINISM, MAO ZE DONG, PEASANT MOVEMENTS, RUSSIA, 1911, 1917, THE TREATY OF VERSAILLES, INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION, IMPERIALISM, OPIUM
I am turning into quite the history aficionado. I am currently reading about Marie Antoinette and the French Revolution. I am also still reading about rural peasant society.
I am going to the library sometime this weekend. I am going to check out the following books:
The Elegance of the Hedgehog
Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera
On Revolution
Tomorrow, I am going to skip work again, apply for scholarships, order two dollhouses, buy watercolors and learn to paint.
No matter how much I read, there is a part of life that I cannot learn through books alone.
It is so strange to me how so much can be going on at the same time. Take for examples: 1920s involved flappers, the overthrow of the Mexican dictatorship, and a mass peasant uprising in China; 1950s, Frida died and my father was born.
I spend most of my time by myself because I am so bad at making friends. Right now, I stay in bed reading short stories about girls wrestling alligators and boys floating away on the backs of giant turtles.
The best advice I've ever read is to wear your skeleton on the outside, to keep your insect heart safe.
things i am thinking, as we speak, so to speak. (and i'll try to update this):
alyssa can sure make quiche.
ishmael, clutching heathenish wood.
only six more classes, two more papers, three more exams.
southern style sweet tea in the north is not the same thing.