who's bad in poetry land

today wasn't easy, and it definitely wasn't enough. at least there will be a supplementary, and you know what? i'm not letting this ****er get to me. i almost did. but what i studied today i enjoyed (except wordsworth, he's lame and i appreciate byron calling him "turdsworth"), i learned a lot and the evening so far has been excellent. pg and i spent some time talking about some issues that turned out to be a lot more interesting and a lot less worrying than expected by either of us.

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i woke up at 4.30am, but the pages were too blurry to study. i woke up again at 7.30am, read keats and british history in bed until about 11am, went to wake up pg and drag her out to breakfast, sat in the middle of the avenue reading the history of romanticism and some of percy bysshe shelley's works (cool stuff), then went to lie on pg's couch for the remainder of the day, either reading (blake rocks!) or passing out to "internalize".

ah ha! i fixed my camera. well, it turns out that my iphone wasn't in trouble: just in need of a reset. how embarrassing :$

pg and i were discussing the strangeness of physical sex being difficult to determine in extreme cases, with some disturbing results.