Pathos of Battle Exhortation Rhertoric in Motion Pictures
So I was researching my ridiculous essay and I ended up here. For so long I have meaning to come onto livejournal and post just one sentence:
Livejournal is dead; you can all go home now.
But then I read my previous entries and wanted to write something.
But I have nothing to write. Because my brain has turned to mush, and I slept for too long, and I have to work on this essay but it is a pain in my ass, and I have to put my spinach dip in the fridge but that would entail me getting up. I already did that once... to get the dip (and pitas) so I think that my part is done for the day.
I am scared that I am going to lose my scholarship. That would be $3500 down the drain... But I can't do anything about it. Well, I can, but I won't because I am the biggest procrastinator of life. I hope I did well on my Bill Shakes essay. That prof is bogus. I have to study HARD for that exam.
This term makes me want to die of barfness. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. And I have never been so homesick in my life. Or just generally emotional. But I... don't know. I just never know this term. I am in stasis... no, the opposite. I hate stasis theory. My life and my goals are running parallel and they will never meet. Unfulfilled forever. But at least I have style. Probably low style though. I am pretty much a train wreck.
News:
I have given up on Harry Potter. I totally called that I would after the 7th book. At least I know myself. So long Harry, it was a good run.
My new obsession is music. I have decided that I am entitled to be a teenie even though I am not a teenager any more because I missed my teenie years being obsessed with Harry Potter. I am not that bad, though. Well... not as bad as I could be. It is mostly about the music for me. I just find some bands intriguing too.
I was an editor on the first issue of the school's magazine and I feel like that has given me at least some direction in my life. Do I want to do my masters? My PhD? Looking less and less likely.
I might take a year off. I just feel like I am doing nothing in my life that isn't for myself and I want to change that. Go to Africa or something. It has always been on my heart to do something like that.
It is April 5th and through livejournal I have rediscovered April Sixth. I am trying desperately to get into Christian bands again, but I just find them so... uninsprireing. Exactly the opposite of what they are supposed to be. I am too focused on aesthetics. I have trouble caring about the message if it is delivered in a... juvenile... package. Yes, I said it. Juvenile. I can't even love Hawk Nelson any more. They are too rhyme-y. Please help me. I do like Anberlin. And Flyleaf, but they don't really count. And Paramore count even less. (But it is not like I like a song just because it sounds great. It needs to have a message behind it too.)
I feel like I am going in two different directions in my life. Where I want to be and where I am... no, more like Where I should be and where I want to be. Again, my life isn't in stasis. I should be doing my rhetoric essay of the stasis theory as applied to my life instead of Pathos of Battle Exhortation Rhetoric in Motion Pictures.
Braveheart
Gladiator
LOTR
The Patriot
Patton
Independence Day
... classics. Now all I need to do is actually read the journals I compiled about pathos. Ew. Journals are evil. Don't go to uni. You will hate them. I hate them. I hate everything except for myself. But I hate that, and I really do hate me anyways.
Hate is a strong word. But I really really really don't like you. Me. and you.
Livejournal is dead; you can all go home now.
But then I read my previous entries and wanted to write something.
But I have nothing to write. Because my brain has turned to mush, and I slept for too long, and I have to work on this essay but it is a pain in my ass, and I have to put my spinach dip in the fridge but that would entail me getting up. I already did that once... to get the dip (and pitas) so I think that my part is done for the day.
I am scared that I am going to lose my scholarship. That would be $3500 down the drain... But I can't do anything about it. Well, I can, but I won't because I am the biggest procrastinator of life. I hope I did well on my Bill Shakes essay. That prof is bogus. I have to study HARD for that exam.
This term makes me want to die of barfness. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. And I have never been so homesick in my life. Or just generally emotional. But I... don't know. I just never know this term. I am in stasis... no, the opposite. I hate stasis theory. My life and my goals are running parallel and they will never meet. Unfulfilled forever. But at least I have style. Probably low style though. I am pretty much a train wreck.
News:
I have given up on Harry Potter. I totally called that I would after the 7th book. At least I know myself. So long Harry, it was a good run.
My new obsession is music. I have decided that I am entitled to be a teenie even though I am not a teenager any more because I missed my teenie years being obsessed with Harry Potter. I am not that bad, though. Well... not as bad as I could be. It is mostly about the music for me. I just find some bands intriguing too.
I was an editor on the first issue of the school's magazine and I feel like that has given me at least some direction in my life. Do I want to do my masters? My PhD? Looking less and less likely.
I might take a year off. I just feel like I am doing nothing in my life that isn't for myself and I want to change that. Go to Africa or something. It has always been on my heart to do something like that.
It is April 5th and through livejournal I have rediscovered April Sixth. I am trying desperately to get into Christian bands again, but I just find them so... uninsprireing. Exactly the opposite of what they are supposed to be. I am too focused on aesthetics. I have trouble caring about the message if it is delivered in a... juvenile... package. Yes, I said it. Juvenile. I can't even love Hawk Nelson any more. They are too rhyme-y. Please help me. I do like Anberlin. And Flyleaf, but they don't really count. And Paramore count even less. (But it is not like I like a song just because it sounds great. It needs to have a message behind it too.)
I feel like I am going in two different directions in my life. Where I want to be and where I am... no, more like Where I should be and where I want to be. Again, my life isn't in stasis. I should be doing my rhetoric essay of the stasis theory as applied to my life instead of Pathos of Battle Exhortation Rhetoric in Motion Pictures.
Braveheart
Gladiator
LOTR
The Patriot
Patton
Independence Day
... classics. Now all I need to do is actually read the journals I compiled about pathos. Ew. Journals are evil. Don't go to uni. You will hate them. I hate them. I hate everything except for myself. But I hate that, and I really do hate me anyways.
Hate is a strong word. But I really really really don't like you. Me. and you.