happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing i know.

"happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing i know."

so said ernest hemmingway.

and maybe he was on to something.

i went to steinkeller's and circle bar tonight with a friend -- cc -- and while the conversations might have been commonplace, we conversed at such a level that an outside listener would think us at least coherent, versus the table next to us, who were doing a rendition of "pour some sugarrrrr on me" (in the name of love) . words like "socioeconomic" were thrown in occasionally, along with "strata." my professors would be proud.

but then, a friend/acquaintance who i had traveled hundreds of miles with back to cleveland sophomore year came in (albeit, slightly toasted), and said, "you know, you're gorgeous and classy and everything, but you're not my type at all. you're just too smart for me."

um, you're not my type, either. but too smart?

seriously?

since when was it a bad thing to use big words, or reference cezanne in a casual conversation? since when are you judged by how much you can "tone down" your intelligence until it is culturally acceptable? i don't know, i guess i'm not smart enough to tell you.

graduation cannot come soon enough.

quote of the day: "beth, you know how to add more wiper fluid to your jeep, but you don't know how to open the bottle?"

true story.