Sleepdeathhappytime
Jan. 26th, 2006 05:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_losI am done with my work and prepped for German, and have no other academic deadlines or delinquencies hanging over my head. Can a heavenly chorus on angels just come down to witness this? Is this what the fabled, almost Aurthurian "living up to my potential", of which I have heard so much yet seen so little, feels like? Really sleepy? Tired to the point of collapse? Sweet, sweet German victory.
JENNY! OMG LET'S SEE TRISTAN UND ISOLDE TOMORROW!!!! It'll be baaaaaad...
And maybe I'll take the kids to Nanny McPhee this weekend, who knows. In a world where I have my German done, ANYTHING could happen.
Kind of annoyed with John. 5 page experimental essay by Tuesday demanding this whole laundry list of things,
a) a place I normally wouldn't be in
b) a formation of opinion via selection and control rather than exposition, b/c we just read Didion
c) an abandonment of our personal accustomed stylistic and thematic tropes
Why does he need this? It's a mystery.
I have too much shit to do this weekend to seek out a unique destination, and I'll be home, and what do I EVER do in nonfiction but write essays that take place in Missouri, I've only ever turned in one not, so how can I scrounge location on a budget? Plus, my nonfic style is a kind of ponderous humor-pathos that sometimes works and sometimes deosn't, but the point is it's wierd and dualistic, and it's hard to abandon a dualistic style, you sort of end up falling somewhere within it's confines.
Plus, class today was a long ass debate, giving rise to Jeremy's comment "You know what I mean, people who LIKE like pomo." I was thinking about these peope, andI found myself in the shower, speaking in a ridiculous psuedo French, "Hohoho, I enjoy baguettes and small dogs and Foucault. Hohoho, it is very niiice and refrashing to sip coffee in the cafes and read my postmodernism, vould joo care for a berrett?"
Plus, aforementioned teacher wants a thematic overhaul of my essay for next week, which I made the mistake of asking him to glance at, and now I'm faced with the challenge of making my work not suck. Damn.
I think it may be time to take a break.
JENNY! OMG LET'S SEE TRISTAN UND ISOLDE TOMORROW!!!! It'll be baaaaaad...
And maybe I'll take the kids to Nanny McPhee this weekend, who knows. In a world where I have my German done, ANYTHING could happen.
Kind of annoyed with John. 5 page experimental essay by Tuesday demanding this whole laundry list of things,
a) a place I normally wouldn't be in
b) a formation of opinion via selection and control rather than exposition, b/c we just read Didion
c) an abandonment of our personal accustomed stylistic and thematic tropes
Why does he need this? It's a mystery.
I have too much shit to do this weekend to seek out a unique destination, and I'll be home, and what do I EVER do in nonfiction but write essays that take place in Missouri, I've only ever turned in one not, so how can I scrounge location on a budget? Plus, my nonfic style is a kind of ponderous humor-pathos that sometimes works and sometimes deosn't, but the point is it's wierd and dualistic, and it's hard to abandon a dualistic style, you sort of end up falling somewhere within it's confines.
Plus, class today was a long ass debate, giving rise to Jeremy's comment "You know what I mean, people who LIKE like pomo." I was thinking about these peope, andI found myself in the shower, speaking in a ridiculous psuedo French, "Hohoho, I enjoy baguettes and small dogs and Foucault. Hohoho, it is very niiice and refrashing to sip coffee in the cafes and read my postmodernism, vould joo care for a berrett?"
Plus, aforementioned teacher wants a thematic overhaul of my essay for next week, which I made the mistake of asking him to glance at, and now I'm faced with the challenge of making my work not suck. Damn.
I think it may be time to take a break.
