Sometimes I think too much...
Oct. 16th, 2002 04:44 pm"Today is the first day of the rest of your life..."
I'm feeling very unsettled right now. Spent class today discussing Sylvia Plath, who despite her genius, I don't like. See. I know she's good. I respect that. I just don't want to read poetry that makes me want to slit my wrists. That said, I'll probably do my paper on her. [smacks forehead] Why you ask? I like to torture myself. And I think I can make a pretty good argument about her obsession with Nazi Germany. Which is really obvious so it's not that earth-shattering, but still. I also got my first paper back for that class and I'm pretty sure that's why I feel unsettled. I got a C+. I haven't gotten lower than an A on a English paper in two years. It's been even longer since I've actually gotten a C in any class that does not involve math. I don't like this feeling.
I was thinking on the way home about authors and the stories I associate them with. For example, I will always associate
rhyssj with Montana. I associate
cjmarlowe with Not a Pretty Boy,
dayse with The Best Man,
silviakundera with Tesseract,
tigs with Middle of Nowhere,
uhmidont with The Floating World, and
callmesandy with The Wrong Band, and so forth. It's kind of odd to me, really. I have no idea why I associate those specific stories, but when I think of those people as authors, that's the story that comes to mind. I do this with a lot more people too, including myself. I will always associate myself with Human Behaviour. And now that I say that, I wonder if those authors are as disappointed as I am to be associated with that particular story.
You know, I shouldn't be allowed to drive alone in the rain anymore. I think waaaay too much about things that really don't matter and frankly, are kind of useless. I'm sure I could dwell on the C+ more as well as the fact I have two midterms next week and a villanelle or sestina due tomorrow. It's much easier to dwell on stuff than to actually make sense while thinking about pointless stuff.
Mmm...my coffee is delicious. It's called Cafe Valencia and it's coffee with hot chocolate and orange flavouring. Mmm...coffee.
I really have no desire to use any icon other than the hug anymore. I just feel better when I see them hugging.
I'm feeling very unsettled right now. Spent class today discussing Sylvia Plath, who despite her genius, I don't like. See. I know she's good. I respect that. I just don't want to read poetry that makes me want to slit my wrists. That said, I'll probably do my paper on her. [smacks forehead] Why you ask? I like to torture myself. And I think I can make a pretty good argument about her obsession with Nazi Germany. Which is really obvious so it's not that earth-shattering, but still. I also got my first paper back for that class and I'm pretty sure that's why I feel unsettled. I got a C+. I haven't gotten lower than an A on a English paper in two years. It's been even longer since I've actually gotten a C in any class that does not involve math. I don't like this feeling.
I was thinking on the way home about authors and the stories I associate them with. For example, I will always associate
You know, I shouldn't be allowed to drive alone in the rain anymore. I think waaaay too much about things that really don't matter and frankly, are kind of useless. I'm sure I could dwell on the C+ more as well as the fact I have two midterms next week and a villanelle or sestina due tomorrow. It's much easier to dwell on stuff than to actually make sense while thinking about pointless stuff.
Mmm...my coffee is delicious. It's called Cafe Valencia and it's coffee with hot chocolate and orange flavouring. Mmm...coffee.
I really have no desire to use any icon other than the hug anymore. I just feel better when I see them hugging.