shivers

Standing at the bus stop before school requires garb fit for weathering Siberian winters. The temperature today, however, was gracious and permitted open toed shoes in place of my usual black boots. I am thankful for these small mercies on my feet.
My thoughts, as of late, revolve around the mechanics of human relationships: expectations and choices and their respective consequences. In human interaction nothing can be expected. Obligation is a farce! Obligation never prevails!
I see my altered view as a product of reading Frankenstein, oddly enough. The logical interchange between characters effected me in a way I did not foresee. I am liberated from the dictations of my imaginations and free to exercise the phrase "we'll see what happens".

I sound fanciful and I DON'T GIVE A FUCK; I love my elevated style of writing and I will never denounce it for Puritan plainness.

gaudy

Sometimes all I can write about is a thesis, and a terribly concise one at that. Within those handful of words I can see pages of an argument, but I restrain myself from adornment and allow them to remain minimal, pure and precise. These statements are perfect in and of themselves – why mask the flavor of a well roasted chicken with too many spices? Why overpower a beautiful dress with a fist full of jewels? Excess is vanity.