I just thought I should update my journal a bit since the most recent thing is me being pissed at the world over Prop 8. I highly doubt that anyone actually reads my journals, which makes it tricky to think of anything to say. Literature.

I just read Mrs. Dalloway (by Virginia Woolf and Slaughterhouse Five (by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.). I liked both books, but what was really interesting was reading them both at the same time. Growing used to Billy Pilgrim's lifestyle, for instance, made Septimus Smith seem less insane. It was also interesting to compare the two books' statements on death and the passage of time.

In other news, and if you know me you'll know this already, I have recently become really obsessed with They Might Be Giants. John Linnell is a cutie, and he makes me giggle, skyrocketing to the top of the list of the only men in my life.

One last announcement. Today the whiteboard in the choir room said "A woman without her man is nothing." I ran into Al's office to ask him for a whiteboard pen so I could change it, but instead he grabbed the pen himself and walked to the board. He added some commas so it read "A woman: without her, man is nothing." I love grammar.