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Hey guys, long time no see!
*sigh*
1. You know, it really bothers me that the majority of my entries start like that. Seriously, what's the point of having a journal, if you're not going to write in it (or comment at other people's journals, for that matter)? Thing is, as awful as it is, I'm a wee bit lazy when it comes to writing. I have a bunch of ideas every day and compose 10 essays during a bus ride on my head, but I rarely ever write these things down and then, when I get home, the moment passed, or I get caught up doing other things... and it's all ridiculous! I'm studying to be a Literature/English/Portuguese teacher (whatever they're offering...) and writing is something I should be doing.
But, at least it's not more ridiculous than just how self-aware I am of what I write. Sometimes I don't post stuff because I think "does anyone care?", which is a completely bonkers thought since this is the internet and everything posted is so on the basis that someone wants to read it (even if its a essay on how Wilson/House is the vanilla version of Dan/Rorschach. Please, don't ask).
So, I decided to come up with a schedule, so, this way, I know that I have to write something, anything, and, if I don't follow the schedule (which we all know is bound to happen), at least a can look at it and "oh, it's been a week since I wrote anything", instead of "holly crap, it's been 3 months already??".
So, every Wednesday, I'll write dear diary stuff, things that happened that week, things like that.
Saturday, I'll write reviews of things I watched/read (and that's all I did this Summer, so there's a bunch of that).
And Sunday, I'll post picspams, icons, pictures I took...
2. OH, DID I MENTION? I got a new camera! An actual camera, that's not attached to a mobile! A Kodak 6MP Camera that's pretty and shiny and apparently doesn't react well to cold temperatures! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Erm, where was I?
3. Oh, yes, dear diary: my class mates are fucking stupid, they don't know when to shut up! Well, not all class mates, just some people on the Brazilian Literature class.
This is how the teacher rolls: he reads bits of the texts we were supposed to have read previously and expands on the themes or explains certain stuff. At this moment we are studying Antonio Cândido, who wrote a book about the Formation of Brazilian Literature: the Decisive Moments. So, there's lots of talk over what Literature even is, and why he considers this certain thing but not that, etc...
Now, see, if you have a doubt or a pertinent comment, please, fire away, but, you know, after the professor stopped explaining whatever he was explaining. Maybe your doubt will be answered in his speech or maybe it's on the text and he will read it; it's just that, if you ask right in the middle of the exposition, the guy loses his train of thought and no one benefits from that.
But, that's at least a legitimate interruption, albeit with rather poor timing. What is worse is when the class is hijacked by a couple of people debating something that's completely beside the point.
What happened was this: the teacher was busy fanboying talking about Cândido and saying that the guy doesn't like stories that don't seem to have an objective, a message, or whatever, that are written purely of aesthetics's sake (or something), and then he goes on to talk about Candido's views of Clarice Lispector just to illustrate this and then, being the cheeky bastard he appears to be he says "and I know some you [most of our class are women] got into this course just because of Clarice..." at which point some girl nods enthusiastically and then another one disagrees and 15 minutes are wasted on the merits of Clarice Lispector and when I realise they're having a discussion about what art is and if something has less value as art if you don't identify with the subject, all I can do is write a note asking my friend WTF has just happened? WAY TO MISS THE POINT, GUYS!
(btw, the teacher was totally letting them continue for the entertainment value).
ETA: cut! Hadn't realised how long this was!
*sigh*
1. You know, it really bothers me that the majority of my entries start like that. Seriously, what's the point of having a journal, if you're not going to write in it (or comment at other people's journals, for that matter)? Thing is, as awful as it is, I'm a wee bit lazy when it comes to writing. I have a bunch of ideas every day and compose 10 essays during a bus ride on my head, but I rarely ever write these things down and then, when I get home, the moment passed, or I get caught up doing other things... and it's all ridiculous! I'm studying to be a Literature/English/Portuguese teacher (whatever they're offering...) and writing is something I should be doing.
But, at least it's not more ridiculous than just how self-aware I am of what I write. Sometimes I don't post stuff because I think "does anyone care?", which is a completely bonkers thought since this is the internet and everything posted is so on the basis that someone wants to read it (even if its a essay on how Wilson/House is the vanilla version of Dan/Rorschach. Please, don't ask).
So, I decided to come up with a schedule, so, this way, I know that I have to write something, anything, and, if I don't follow the schedule (which we all know is bound to happen), at least a can look at it and "oh, it's been a week since I wrote anything", instead of "holly crap, it's been 3 months already??".
So, every Wednesday, I'll write dear diary stuff, things that happened that week, things like that.
Saturday, I'll write reviews of things I watched/read (and that's all I did this Summer, so there's a bunch of that).
And Sunday, I'll post picspams, icons, pictures I took...
2. OH, DID I MENTION? I got a new camera! An actual camera, that's not attached to a mobile! A Kodak 6MP Camera that's pretty and shiny and apparently doesn't react well to cold temperatures! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Erm, where was I?
3. Oh, yes, dear diary: my class mates are fucking stupid, they don't know when to shut up! Well, not all class mates, just some people on the Brazilian Literature class.
This is how the teacher rolls: he reads bits of the texts we were supposed to have read previously and expands on the themes or explains certain stuff. At this moment we are studying Antonio Cândido, who wrote a book about the Formation of Brazilian Literature: the Decisive Moments. So, there's lots of talk over what Literature even is, and why he considers this certain thing but not that, etc...
Now, see, if you have a doubt or a pertinent comment, please, fire away, but, you know, after the professor stopped explaining whatever he was explaining. Maybe your doubt will be answered in his speech or maybe it's on the text and he will read it; it's just that, if you ask right in the middle of the exposition, the guy loses his train of thought and no one benefits from that.
But, that's at least a legitimate interruption, albeit with rather poor timing. What is worse is when the class is hijacked by a couple of people debating something that's completely beside the point.
What happened was this: the teacher was busy fanboying talking about Cândido and saying that the guy doesn't like stories that don't seem to have an objective, a message, or whatever, that are written purely of aesthetics's sake (or something), and then he goes on to talk about Candido's views of Clarice Lispector just to illustrate this and then, being the cheeky bastard he appears to be he says "and I know some you [most of our class are women] got into this course just because of Clarice..." at which point some girl nods enthusiastically and then another one disagrees and 15 minutes are wasted on the merits of Clarice Lispector and when I realise they're having a discussion about what art is and if something has less value as art if you don't identify with the subject, all I can do is write a note asking my friend WTF has just happened? WAY TO MISS THE POINT, GUYS!
(btw, the teacher was totally letting them continue for the entertainment value).
ETA: cut! Hadn't realised how long this was!