Can I give you a hand with that?
I know! I should be using this valuble time where I'm a. in the mood, and b. not busy to be doing some reading. But, you know, sometimes I have to update el journel. Well, things are going very successfully so far. I think I'm about ready to go a semester recap, organized, of course, by class, and then into sub-headings [ie. things I do not dedicate as much of myself too.]
Firstly, I should not one of my goals for this semester was for it to be utterly wonderful. So far so good.
So far, the delving into the works and biography of Mr. Fitzgerald has been fucking awesome. I feel like firstly, I got onto this class on the right foot, because I did start the reading during the vacation, [I enjoyed two delightful days at home buried in "The Sun Also Rises" - not Fitz, Hemmingway. But it's also required for the class.] also, because starting that reading and then delving into James' "Portrait of a Lady" provided a great deal of the general inspiration into my goals for the semester. But reading Fitzgerald makes things better. Seriously, the luxury, opulence and just fantastic glitter of his writing makes every day I spend with it feel like a pleasent jaunt around Cartier, where I can have anything/everything I want, it's a literary feild-day in Harvey Nicks, it's FANTASTIC. I think if people can be personnifed according to styles of literature, Fitzgerald is definatly something I can identify with, seriously. [It's such a painfully English major thing to do matching characteristics to literary movements, seriously, it's like assigning theatre movements to smells...]
This class wraps up and encapsulates all the things I enjoy about life, really, I'm striving for a world similar to one of Gatsby's beautiful parties. Frivolous, careless, charming and decadant. I'm doing an excellent job. It's interesting because it seems that there's a unanimous health-kick between Nicole and Seana, [which is lovely, they are both cheerful and rosy, I like it...] but it's interesting because the apparent personal developmental joy they get from this health business I seem to be peeling directly out of the pages I'm reading, or the films I'm watching. I feel like I'm glutting myself on culture, and it is DELICIOUS.
414 is equally magnificent, we spend all our time talking about films and articles, and revelling in how over-analytical we are. It's fun. It makes me wonder what all those general ed. Honors classes must have been like. Though, I hear that the department classes are more snobby. I know the English honors program is kind of like that, you can tell we all think very well of ourselves. Though, seriously, I think all English students seem to think very well of ourselves. It's interesting how this plainly impractical major would yeild characters of such distinguished personalities. I would say 85% of the best people I know at Mason are English majors or have strong inclinations towards it as a feild of study. Liz, Holly and I were talking today about the creation of some sort of literary circle [this is pure magic by the way, because it's not a "book club", or a "writer's group", a LITERARY CIRLCE.
[ 21. a. A number of persons united by acquaintance, common sentiments, interests, etc.; a 'set' or coterie; a class or division of society, consisting of persons who associate together. ] which is what the OED has to say about 'circles' of people, yes, "Division of society" and yes, we did spend some time today comparing the benefits of the OED to the websters. pah.
Basically "sit around and talk about how much better we are than everyone else", "with wine". Personally, I see it as a completely cultureally correct thing to do with one's time.
Though, needs must, on to more practical elements of my week. I had my interveiw at the Library, which I feel went well, though it was mostly marked in my mind by it's breveity. But apparently, 20 minutes is plenty long enough for a job interveiw, I expect to hear back from them in a few days.
Also, efforts in cupcake manufacture have been impeded by firstly: abscence of correct ingredients, [Colva thinks she can throw any old thing in a bowl and mix it up and it'll work like a charm, apparently not. But I did make some very nice corn bread accidentally.] and now it is being impeded by lack of cupcake papers, so I need to go to the store. Which I expect to manage at some point this weekend. Hopefully.
Katie, Nicole and I went to DC on tuesday night and saw the googoo dolls at the 930 club [wonderful] and after seeing them at Nissan, I wasn't expecting much except a nightout, but I have to say it was a genuinely fantastic show. I didn't even really think I liked them that much as a band, but apparently, I know a lot of songs and I sang along with my usual brand of overzealous enthusiasm. Turns out, I really quite like them, I'm delighted to report. Unfortunately, this will probably yeild the end of me critizing Nicole about listening to "radio friendly rock", which was always mildly entertaining. Though, I think I will make it part of a larger move towards being less of a nasty bitch about other people's tastes. Yeah.
Though, not to stop being a nasty bitch altogether, I really enjoy telling sorority girls in the JC to "get out of my way". It's good fun.
Also, I would like to state that EVERYONE should take the time to see Julie Taymor's film verison of "Titus Andronicus". Because, let's be honest, you all aren't going to take the time to see the film, but I might be able to insert some Shakespeare into your lives via a movie. It has murder, dismemeberment, rape, violence, beheadings, throat-slitting, cannibalism, and an orgy [doesn't that sound like a perfect movie!?]. It's a very enjoyable film.
I know! I should be using this valuble time where I'm a. in the mood, and b. not busy to be doing some reading. But, you know, sometimes I have to update el journel. Well, things are going very successfully so far. I think I'm about ready to go a semester recap, organized, of course, by class, and then into sub-headings [ie. things I do not dedicate as much of myself too.]
Firstly, I should not one of my goals for this semester was for it to be utterly wonderful. So far so good.
So far, the delving into the works and biography of Mr. Fitzgerald has been fucking awesome. I feel like firstly, I got onto this class on the right foot, because I did start the reading during the vacation, [I enjoyed two delightful days at home buried in "The Sun Also Rises" - not Fitz, Hemmingway. But it's also required for the class.] also, because starting that reading and then delving into James' "Portrait of a Lady" provided a great deal of the general inspiration into my goals for the semester. But reading Fitzgerald makes things better. Seriously, the luxury, opulence and just fantastic glitter of his writing makes every day I spend with it feel like a pleasent jaunt around Cartier, where I can have anything/everything I want, it's a literary feild-day in Harvey Nicks, it's FANTASTIC. I think if people can be personnifed according to styles of literature, Fitzgerald is definatly something I can identify with, seriously. [It's such a painfully English major thing to do matching characteristics to literary movements, seriously, it's like assigning theatre movements to smells...]
This class wraps up and encapsulates all the things I enjoy about life, really, I'm striving for a world similar to one of Gatsby's beautiful parties. Frivolous, careless, charming and decadant. I'm doing an excellent job. It's interesting because it seems that there's a unanimous health-kick between Nicole and Seana, [which is lovely, they are both cheerful and rosy, I like it...] but it's interesting because the apparent personal developmental joy they get from this health business I seem to be peeling directly out of the pages I'm reading, or the films I'm watching. I feel like I'm glutting myself on culture, and it is DELICIOUS.
414 is equally magnificent, we spend all our time talking about films and articles, and revelling in how over-analytical we are. It's fun. It makes me wonder what all those general ed. Honors classes must have been like. Though, I hear that the department classes are more snobby. I know the English honors program is kind of like that, you can tell we all think very well of ourselves. Though, seriously, I think all English students seem to think very well of ourselves. It's interesting how this plainly impractical major would yeild characters of such distinguished personalities. I would say 85% of the best people I know at Mason are English majors or have strong inclinations towards it as a feild of study. Liz, Holly and I were talking today about the creation of some sort of literary circle [this is pure magic by the way, because it's not a "book club", or a "writer's group", a LITERARY CIRLCE.
[ 21. a. A number of persons united by acquaintance, common sentiments, interests, etc.; a 'set' or coterie; a class or division of society, consisting of persons who associate together. ] which is what the OED has to say about 'circles' of people, yes, "Division of society" and yes, we did spend some time today comparing the benefits of the OED to the websters. pah.
Basically "sit around and talk about how much better we are than everyone else", "with wine". Personally, I see it as a completely cultureally correct thing to do with one's time.
Though, needs must, on to more practical elements of my week. I had my interveiw at the Library, which I feel went well, though it was mostly marked in my mind by it's breveity. But apparently, 20 minutes is plenty long enough for a job interveiw, I expect to hear back from them in a few days.
Also, efforts in cupcake manufacture have been impeded by firstly: abscence of correct ingredients, [Colva thinks she can throw any old thing in a bowl and mix it up and it'll work like a charm, apparently not. But I did make some very nice corn bread accidentally.] and now it is being impeded by lack of cupcake papers, so I need to go to the store. Which I expect to manage at some point this weekend. Hopefully.
Katie, Nicole and I went to DC on tuesday night and saw the googoo dolls at the 930 club [wonderful] and after seeing them at Nissan, I wasn't expecting much except a nightout, but I have to say it was a genuinely fantastic show. I didn't even really think I liked them that much as a band, but apparently, I know a lot of songs and I sang along with my usual brand of overzealous enthusiasm. Turns out, I really quite like them, I'm delighted to report. Unfortunately, this will probably yeild the end of me critizing Nicole about listening to "radio friendly rock", which was always mildly entertaining. Though, I think I will make it part of a larger move towards being less of a nasty bitch about other people's tastes. Yeah.
Though, not to stop being a nasty bitch altogether, I really enjoy telling sorority girls in the JC to "get out of my way". It's good fun.
Also, I would like to state that EVERYONE should take the time to see Julie Taymor's film verison of "Titus Andronicus". Because, let's be honest, you all aren't going to take the time to see the film, but I might be able to insert some Shakespeare into your lives via a movie. It has murder, dismemeberment, rape, violence, beheadings, throat-slitting, cannibalism, and an orgy [doesn't that sound like a perfect movie!?]. It's a very enjoyable film.