Today was wonderful, minus the weather taking a turn for the shitter, but whatever. My poetry professor gave me a bunch of books, some lesser-known Beat writers and their contemporaries, also some of his own work, because I gave him a copy of my book and he really liked it. I'm really glad about that. I'm in the midst of getting things ready to send out for publishing, so it was a little boost of encouragement. Very good stuff, too. Joseph Torra. Read him. And John Wieners. Him too. Both Bostonians, and amazing writers.

AND THEN I got home and had a package, meaning that my beautiful, chestnut brown-fitting-like-a-dream-vintage-Etienne-Aigner-riding-boots had come!! They are exquisite. So excited. $24 with shipping. Thanks eBay!

Now I must whisk myself away and bury my sorry little head under a frightening amount of homework.

P.S. Today, for the first time ever, I did not have a paper written on time, and having not anticipated this happening and therefore not asking my kindly, elderly professor for an extension, I opted to skip the class and hand it in on Wednesday. Oops? Or YAHOO July, 'grats on becoming a useless waste of life sophomore slugbag? If it's any consolation (I think I'm writing this to myself at the moment), the paper is about John Donne, so it's a tad lofty and more strenuous, than oh, you know, Facebooking.
P.P.S. On the T today, there was this little girl, she was Asian, but that doesn't have to do with anything really and for the record, being that this is a public domain, I'm NOT racist. It's just that she was slightly cross-eyed, and due to the nature of her eyes due to her ethnicity, when she looked to the side you could not see anything but the white of her left eye and it was beyond freaky.