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[delga]

JOSHUA MALINA. !!! Fuck, yes!

And so that today doesn't become spam-o-rama, I finished two books before my African Lit. lecture which was ultimately disappointing, not because of the text, and not even because the lecturer talked about the feminist position (which he didn't so, you know, kudos for that one) but just because his overall reaction to the text was fairly blah whilst mine was considerably not. Anyway, am writing up lecture notes and listening to copious amounts of Tracy Chapman, dreading my second lecture (Yeats. OH MAN.) and trying not to spork my ovaries. Fuck hormones. I want to die.

In conclusion, I have nothing to add.