winter wonderland.

its finally snowing. i am so happy. this really makes it feel like winter. i don't even mind sitting in my room all day watching sex and the city and not doing work. well i mean i did do some work, but obviously the bare minimum.  last night was so fun. silvia calli elizabeth and i finished 3 bottles of wine in a matter of three hours. elizabeth and i finished ones by ourselves, impressive i know. so i'm trying to write this paper about a streetcar named desire and m. butterfly. its a comparative probably the hardest to write cause its such bullshit.  i'm writing about a false reality which surprisingly i am pretty excited about.  not only do characters in books and plays put on false realities but us readers do as well.  we say things to please some, wear clothes to fit in, and lie to ourselves to make it feel better and think that everything is okay.  but where is the line between false reality and true reality. i personally think its a blurry one for most. some people get to the point where they are constantly trying to fool everyone, even their closest friends. and i don't think that people understand that lying and pretending doesn't make people like you more. true friends want to see the real you, not some one you've conjured up in your head.  we all do it. i do it sometimes to, to please ones that i love.  sometimes you don't want to tell someone the truth to help spare their feelings, but are we just fueling their false reality fire, should we just tell them the truth and stand near with a box of tissues? i'm starting to think that is the path i should be taking. because a false reality will only lead to a downfall as i can see in both of these books. well i'm off to finish this

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