FB Break

So I just almost signed into facebook automatically. I didn't even realize what I was doing until the page started loading. AKA I subconsciously desire facebook. I CLEARLY need a break!

UPDATE: So by accidentally signing into my account last night, I reactivated it. So all night my facebook worked. UGH. But since I didn't look at it, I'm still going to allow myself to reactivated it at 6pm on January 1st.

Foreign Policy's created a list ranking the years of the noughties. It seems pretty correct to me.

Bye Facebook (for three days)

Newsflash! I deleted my facebook account because I've become so addicted to it that it's unhealthy. This detox will be good for me. I won't be able to check every five minutes to see if there's any activity with certain people's profiles, walls, photos, and statuses and I won't get "upset" when no one writes on my wall in twenty-four hours. Hopefully once these three days are over I can start afresh with facebook and have a more conducive and normal relationship. It's probably going to be a very difficult three days. But, I can do it. Maybe.

Attempting to Study at the Local Library

View of the parking lot and the Erie Canal. Fun times.

SuperLOL of the morning

Another Kate Bush Post

Apologies. I know, I'm obsessed. But she just writes music that TOUCHES MY VERY SOUL. Here's my latest obsession, gorgeous video and amazingly gorgeous song. In other news, it's really windy and snowy outside and time for me to go to bed.

Fact: I literally thought for about 30 seconds that this postsecret was from my ex-best friend. Extra Fact: I doubt she even thinks about me. What a livejournalesque post! I really do like postsecret though.

The First Poem I Ever Loved

"Politics" by William Butler Yeats

`In our time the destiny of man presents its meanings in
political terms' - Thomas Mann

HOW can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
Yet here's a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there's a politician
That has read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war's alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms!

I first read this poem in ninth grade and loved it instantly. It's probably telling that my first literary love was an Irish poet. A bit of foreshadowing for my literary soulmate, James Joyce. And here's a recording of Yeats reading his poem "The Lake Isle of Innisfree." Apologies for the creepy animation of Yeats speaking that accompanies it.