This is one of various other ways I've been diverting my attention from an essay today. Blogging was next on my list. So here I am. I don't necessarily even have anything to say. I'm listening to Jack Johnson right now, and feeling a little melancholic. There's my big word for the day. Using 'marmoreal' in my essay doesn't count as my big word of the day. It was used purely for academic purposes, for a professor who is sickened by my work anyway. Have you ever had a comment like 'ugh!' written on one of your papers?
I have.
Just the thought of handing in another paper to this weeble looking chicklet toothed jerk is making me tense.
But I bet you couldn't tell.
Oprah offered a pretty good diversion earlier this afternoon. Bitch made me cry with a show on fantasy weddings. I'm a sucker for love. Other time consuming activities:making a bowl of jell-o and cous cous. Tara offered many precious minutes of telephone conversation, and Paul's GTA took up a bit of my attention.
Ooo Tenacious D on i-Tunes. Mmmm Kielbasa.
"Now get it on"

I've had sex on the brain all day.
Keats is pretty creative when trying to disguise eroticism in his poetry. Although it's fairly obvious, it's much more sexy than just blatantly saying what's actually going on.
Other sexy things:
-the smell of freshly chopped wood (lol, oh man...)
-cheeks gone pink from the cold
-espying someone deep in curiosity
-avocados
-my love laughing shyly
- Axl Rose-Gn'R days. I'm into that early 90's bad boy thing
I'm in a weird mood today. Much?

"he arose, / Ethereal, flush'd, and like a throbbing star / Seen mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose; / Into her dream he melted, as the rose / Blended it's odour with the violet- / Solution sweet..."

Steamy.