A Few (relatively acceptable) Ideas
So Joel always talks about the fucking scene he is going to write entitled "A Few Good Ideas." So I stole his shit. Word. He never shuts up about that scene though. Hey Joel, shut up about your scene. Okay, now, Word.
I had the most peculiar onrush of maternal instincts in my TOK class on Friday. It was so strange. It kind of just reverberated inside my body for a while as Mayfield spewed his spit on "What Can We Really Know About History?" (on a side note, the lesson went something like this: (after a Genghis Khan reference) Efrem: "You say there's no true historical fact, but yet you're using historical facts to justify your points..." Mayfield:"Yeah, there is evil in the world right? Yeah!" Efrem:(looks at Danielle, whispers) "What...I?!")
So I think this feeling has something to do with a dream I had in which I was pregnant and at an Old West theme park. I was worried everyone would be weird/mad/sad about it, but SURPRISE they were all really happy for me. Trevor Danny and Chris said: "Oh look it's Danielle ooooooooh how far along is she? oooh 6 months yeah, that's great." How feminine of them.Precious.
Efrem Carlin is a wonderful kid. We spent Friday hunting down poetry, but turns out the venue was under construction due to its being dilapidated. So we tried to play chess at Claire de Lune, but unfortunately it went a little something like this: me: (makes move) Efrem: "Rooks don't jump Danielle" me: "oh. damn." We also went downtown and talked about robots, violence and shakespeare. We concluded our party with the first line and/or verses of just about every Dylan song of the sixties. Too bad the second verses are so damn fleeting. I have to read a lot of books to catch up to that one. I need to live some more and catch up to that one.
In other news, I am in creative writing now, and I "shared" on Friday and realized that reading my own poetry aloud is just about the most nerve wracking experience ever. I think my face went red and my voice was shaking. Funny how I can run around talking about being held at "pencil point" and screaming Carly Simon songs onstage but reading something in class is just too much. Very logical, universe, thanks baby.
A girl in the class said what I read that day was her favorite thing she had heard in the class so far, and a couple of other kids were asking me questions about its symbolism and meaning. Isn't that nice? It made my day.
I wrote this thinking I would be covering more days than simply Friday. Seems I thought wrong judging on the presence of the "on Friday"s that lurk around every corner. Whatever.
Whatever is the most ambiguous and appropriate word in the world, dammit. People need to stop abusing it.
I had the most peculiar onrush of maternal instincts in my TOK class on Friday. It was so strange. It kind of just reverberated inside my body for a while as Mayfield spewed his spit on "What Can We Really Know About History?" (on a side note, the lesson went something like this: (after a Genghis Khan reference) Efrem: "You say there's no true historical fact, but yet you're using historical facts to justify your points..." Mayfield:"Yeah, there is evil in the world right? Yeah!" Efrem:(looks at Danielle, whispers) "What...I?!")
So I think this feeling has something to do with a dream I had in which I was pregnant and at an Old West theme park. I was worried everyone would be weird/mad/sad about it, but SURPRISE they were all really happy for me. Trevor Danny and Chris said: "Oh look it's Danielle ooooooooh how far along is she? oooh 6 months yeah, that's great." How feminine of them.Precious.
Efrem Carlin is a wonderful kid. We spent Friday hunting down poetry, but turns out the venue was under construction due to its being dilapidated. So we tried to play chess at Claire de Lune, but unfortunately it went a little something like this: me: (makes move) Efrem: "Rooks don't jump Danielle" me: "oh. damn." We also went downtown and talked about robots, violence and shakespeare. We concluded our party with the first line and/or verses of just about every Dylan song of the sixties. Too bad the second verses are so damn fleeting. I have to read a lot of books to catch up to that one. I need to live some more and catch up to that one.
In other news, I am in creative writing now, and I "shared" on Friday and realized that reading my own poetry aloud is just about the most nerve wracking experience ever. I think my face went red and my voice was shaking. Funny how I can run around talking about being held at "pencil point" and screaming Carly Simon songs onstage but reading something in class is just too much. Very logical, universe, thanks baby.
A girl in the class said what I read that day was her favorite thing she had heard in the class so far, and a couple of other kids were asking me questions about its symbolism and meaning. Isn't that nice? It made my day.
I wrote this thinking I would be covering more days than simply Friday. Seems I thought wrong judging on the presence of the "on Friday"s that lurk around every corner. Whatever.
Whatever is the most ambiguous and appropriate word in the world, dammit. People need to stop abusing it.