i have a secret.

i want to be the next jedediah purdy.

he, upon graduating from harvard, published "for common things" and became an instant intellectual celebrity.

not only that, he managed to say everything i think.

or... maybe i only think it because he said it.

i read "for common things" freshman year, and i thought it was amazingly thought-provoking. it's ironic (purdy hates irony, btw) now that i am reading his second book, "being america" as my four years of college come to a close.

i still think he's super smart, a great read, and earnest without being cheesy. i want someone to respect my ideas the way i respect his.

yet i can't find the motivation to make the corrections to my thesis and hand it in.

hrmm.

i read some of my old entries last night and realized i am so much better at writing when i'm in love.

i'm reading at a poetry circle tomorrow night. i don't know what came over me but i volunteered.

i almost volunteered to play guitar too.

good thing i didn't, because the only thing i know is "every rose has its thorn." poetry, pumpkin bread, and poison. it's a winning combination every time.

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