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design | host the air of the bell jar wadded round me and i couldn't stir. "It was the day after Christmas and a gray sky bellied over us, fat with snow. I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and giltribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols promised never came to pass." I'm the only person i know who finds it appropriate to quote The Bell Jar in her online diary. our house looks empty now that all of the christmas stuff is put away. But what's winter break if we're not nice and mellowed out for new years right? last year's resolutions are going to come back to mock us because we abandoned them in march. or earlier. i'm spending new years home with my family because i'm a caustic bitch and i'll just bring all of the mormons down if i go to the dance. i feel like getting a haircut. i wish sylvia plath were still alive. then maybe i could get out of my own bell jar. |