"I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life."

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

I've never been to a party and not felt precisely this way. Ever. Both within and without.

It's so cheesy to be madly in love with F. Scott Fitzgerald, isn't it? Cheeseballs. Big ones. But who cares? There is a reason the beloved are beloved, and I'm happy to be a part of this particular club. Imagine a life without having read The Great Gatsby? What a small, but significant, type of sadness that would be.

If that's your life, correct it. Before the (new) movie comes out, preferably. Leonardo DiCaprio as Gatsby! Dear lord it's perfect!