All the Tea in China
HOMG ONLY FIVE MORE WEEKS OF SCHOOL. I am an impending college junior. That's somewhat terrifying, but I think I shall take it in stride, as there's not really another way to go about things that I could live with. I just remember how being a junior felt in high school, this elevated and comfortable feeling, like I had earned some seniority and confidence in what I was doing. This is kind of the same thing except the stakes are much, much higher, and soon I'll have to put an end to the fiery MFA or law school debate that doesn't seem to have an obvious answer right now, but I think will in time. It's really weird, but I'm starting to identify this pattern of me making my best life decisions in "intense epiphany style."
Other sizable life changes are afoot! I'm proud to say that next year, I will NOT be doing UNC Mock Trial. Although I'm staying with Moot Court, I've decided to reclaim my life and exchange the exorbitant amount of time I dedicated to mock trial for other things, like trying out for some plays, maybe doing Amnesty International or Nourish International, just stuff I always wanted to do but never could because mock trial is a greedy, greedy miser that sucks up every free moment. Besides, Moot Court is way cooler.
Class Lineup for next sem:
Intro to Fiction Writing
19th Century British Novel
Japanese I
Milton
19th-20th Century Poetry
Racquetball
I'm taking care of most of my English major this summer (Shakespeare) and next semester, which is good, but I found myself kind of annoyed with the class requirements. It seems like the same thing on repeat sometimes. I really wish I'd dome a Comparative Lit major instead, but there's not a lot I can do about that now. But still, I heart my major, and the Milton class especially is going to rock. Paradise Lost is so fucking epic! I can't believe there hasn't been a movie made about it, or at least some kind of modern adaptation built on the epicness and complexity of the plot! Another bad thing about being an English major: SO MUCH JESUS. OMG. This isn't surprising at all considering all the stuff I read is, of course, western and tied irrevocably with the gnarliess of whatever church was most powerful at the time, but more and more often I'm finding myself in Jesus overload. Jesus overload=extra annoying for an adamant agnostic like myself. Also, I'm really looking forwards to Japanese! I think this is perhaps the great cultural contribution Lina and Dakota have fostered in me, an intense curiosity and fondness of all things Japanese. That, and I am a total anime geek, which has actually been getting REALLY bad lately...And I have to take a phys ed class. That explains the racquetball.
Ashley, Amos, Johnna and myself have been getting the house stuff for next year all squared away, which is making me so happy. It's going to be HOME next year, not a shitty, transient dorm or some unit of space like the apartment in SF, but a bright, many-windowed place with hardwood floors and a kitchen with people I really care about. Amos and I get the top floor and Johnna and Ashley get the first floor, which is awesome cause I've never lived in a house with stairs.
Oh, and Manu is on normal speaking with me now. Apparently he has decided not to pursue Jen anymore, so I'm no longer treated like someone with leprosy, but more like someone with a very strong, contagious case of the chicken pox. That just feels AWESOME *big sarcastic thumbs up*, but at least it's a marked improvement. For a while, I was kind of excited about it because it meant we'd be friends again, but then I was filled with disgust for how coldly he handled the whole situation where I was concerned, and decided I really don't care what happens as long as we can be polite keep any attention from being drawn to either of us and our awful relationship. Apparently he's told Johnna that he wants to be friends with me again, which is just kind of cheap all things considered. But, in truth, I really miss being his friend. I guess I'm just bitter that *he* made the decision to be friends again, and not myself. Also, I am not happy for being sleighed in the first place for what I see as for a very stupid reason. What hurts the most, however, is that he never really valued my friendship that much in the first place. I have to be friends with him now knowing that even at our best, no matter how close we could possibly become, I will always be disposable. This is how life works, though. *shrugs*
We have to write a villanelle for poetry. As if the irritating and repetitive form wasn't annoying enough, one of the repeating lines has to contain an idiom, and the other a quote from a reputable poem. I have a few pretty good choices, but part of me wants to just use "drop it like it's hot" (which would fit really well in iambic pentameter!) and scandalize my conservative prof.
Hw it is!
jdflskafldkasj!
Liz
Other sizable life changes are afoot! I'm proud to say that next year, I will NOT be doing UNC Mock Trial. Although I'm staying with Moot Court, I've decided to reclaim my life and exchange the exorbitant amount of time I dedicated to mock trial for other things, like trying out for some plays, maybe doing Amnesty International or Nourish International, just stuff I always wanted to do but never could because mock trial is a greedy, greedy miser that sucks up every free moment. Besides, Moot Court is way cooler.
Class Lineup for next sem:
Intro to Fiction Writing
19th Century British Novel
Japanese I
Milton
19th-20th Century Poetry
Racquetball
I'm taking care of most of my English major this summer (Shakespeare) and next semester, which is good, but I found myself kind of annoyed with the class requirements. It seems like the same thing on repeat sometimes. I really wish I'd dome a Comparative Lit major instead, but there's not a lot I can do about that now. But still, I heart my major, and the Milton class especially is going to rock. Paradise Lost is so fucking epic! I can't believe there hasn't been a movie made about it, or at least some kind of modern adaptation built on the epicness and complexity of the plot! Another bad thing about being an English major: SO MUCH JESUS. OMG. This isn't surprising at all considering all the stuff I read is, of course, western and tied irrevocably with the gnarliess of whatever church was most powerful at the time, but more and more often I'm finding myself in Jesus overload. Jesus overload=extra annoying for an adamant agnostic like myself. Also, I'm really looking forwards to Japanese! I think this is perhaps the great cultural contribution Lina and Dakota have fostered in me, an intense curiosity and fondness of all things Japanese. That, and I am a total anime geek, which has actually been getting REALLY bad lately...And I have to take a phys ed class. That explains the racquetball.
Ashley, Amos, Johnna and myself have been getting the house stuff for next year all squared away, which is making me so happy. It's going to be HOME next year, not a shitty, transient dorm or some unit of space like the apartment in SF, but a bright, many-windowed place with hardwood floors and a kitchen with people I really care about. Amos and I get the top floor and Johnna and Ashley get the first floor, which is awesome cause I've never lived in a house with stairs.
Oh, and Manu is on normal speaking with me now. Apparently he has decided not to pursue Jen anymore, so I'm no longer treated like someone with leprosy, but more like someone with a very strong, contagious case of the chicken pox. That just feels AWESOME *big sarcastic thumbs up*, but at least it's a marked improvement. For a while, I was kind of excited about it because it meant we'd be friends again, but then I was filled with disgust for how coldly he handled the whole situation where I was concerned, and decided I really don't care what happens as long as we can be polite keep any attention from being drawn to either of us and our awful relationship. Apparently he's told Johnna that he wants to be friends with me again, which is just kind of cheap all things considered. But, in truth, I really miss being his friend. I guess I'm just bitter that *he* made the decision to be friends again, and not myself. Also, I am not happy for being sleighed in the first place for what I see as for a very stupid reason. What hurts the most, however, is that he never really valued my friendship that much in the first place. I have to be friends with him now knowing that even at our best, no matter how close we could possibly become, I will always be disposable. This is how life works, though. *shrugs*
We have to write a villanelle for poetry. As if the irritating and repetitive form wasn't annoying enough, one of the repeating lines has to contain an idiom, and the other a quote from a reputable poem. I have a few pretty good choices, but part of me wants to just use "drop it like it's hot" (which would fit really well in iambic pentameter!) and scandalize my conservative prof.
Hw it is!
jdflskafldkasj!
Liz