My Love Affair with William Faulkner

So I was just in the shower thinking 

about my next blog post

following my strict regimen of shampoo, conditioner, brush teeth, soap, rinse hair

or so I thought...

in my excitement to blog I was conditioning my hair

and could not remember whether or not I shampooed it

which is ridiculous, an 18 year old should not be experiencing that sort of memory loss

nonetheless, I shampooed and conditioned all over again, just in case

and I promise myself never to let blogging cloud my rationality or memory ever again

now, lets get to the goods:

amidst the tragedy of going back to school comes the misery of buying new books

I mean, I'm super excited for my classes

quick summary: American Modernism, art history, 

17th century Flemish painting, & Alice in Wonderland

yes, sounds amazing but the bill for my books doesn't

so I moseyed on over to Strand to buy books for my English class

which actually was a complete joy, because Faulkner is on my reading list

yes ladies and gents...William Faulkner, the one of the ultimate loves of my life

I know some girls swoon over abs, and charm 

but what really makes my heart beat is beautiful prose

throw me some sensuous imagery & a lush metaphor 

and basically you got me 

which is why I love Faulkner

with his Southern Charm, thick mustache, and pensive gaze, 

I'm just hooked

what can I say? he even makes tweed look good

and everyone already knows my thoughts on tweed...that vile fabric

anyway, in all his mustachioed glory Faulkner is my man 

so there I was, sitting on the couch, watching back to back episodes of True Life 

all tutu-ed and floral-printed out reading The Sound & the Fury,

just in heaven,

transported to the South amidst moral decay

then, I dropped my book and it opened to page 125

and a certain sentence seemed to glow on the page

I swear the sunlight was streaming through the window 

like it was Christ's second coming or something

and I read that lovely sentence 

"Her face was like a cup of milk dashed with coffee in the sweet warm emptiness"

there it is, that is romantic, that is love

that is a bouquet of roses and a love poem and a dinner for two wrapped up into one sentence

and that is why I am in love

...it sounds like I really miss English class

so shoot me, maybe I do

but I'd much rather conduct English class from my couch with my fleece robot blanket.