Il pleure dans mon coeur
So. Fuck Apollo (As Devin said, "Fuck Poseidon" freshman year). He can take his sunshine and shove it. Why is it so goddamn bright outside, yet I'm still freezing? I hate that. Now I just think the sun's mocking me.
Anyway, if there is one thing that makes me happy it's knowing more than other people.
Example: Our French book has a few poems every lesson or so, and the one for this lesson on weather is "Il pleure dans mon coeur" by Paul Verlaine. (I went ahead and read it last week when I was still perfectly happy and this time around Verlaine doesn't seem so silly to me for being sad for no reason. Hell, I wish I was sad for no reason.) Anyway our TA decided to read it and have us do the exercises that went with it, which surprised me since we didn't do that last quarter. After asking if anyone knew who Verlaine was and getting pretty much nothing out of the class except my half-raised hand, I started feeling smug. Complete smugness settled in when he talked about Rimbaud and their relationship and mentioned there was a film with Leonardo DiCaprio. Of course I knew it was Total Eclipse, and answered when he asked me. I also told him it was "un mauvais film" once he said he'd never seen it. But it is. I learned nothing about either one's poetry and if their love affair hadn't been documented I wouldn't believe it and I'd think the filmmakers made it up for zlols and ~*drama*~.
That wasn't the point of this. I was composing this in my head as I walked back from the library (VAL: I returned Restoration for you, but I'm buying the book with the movie cover because I hate not finishing a book. I don't care if I saw the movie), and the whole thing was meant to be a rant about how no one cares about poetry and how Erickson pointed that out last Monday. Not in those words. Then I got sad because Colin cares and I liked that one conversation we had where we just linked each other to poems. Mr. Doehring was right when he said poetry worked "like buttah". Now I'm just "meh" and tired and hungry.
I'm skiving off ballroom today. I can't take that kind of rejection today. I may just drop it since the main reason I was taking it was because I thought it would be fun for Colin and me to go to the required dances (since he'd offered seeing as he's taken the ballroom series already), but wtf. Why bother?
Also, I had a really weird dream where Jim (yes, Jim Halpert from The Office) liked me and kept holding my hand in front of Pam, who I'd just chosen as my partner for some work thing. Perhaps I was Karen? I dunno. It was depressing though, seeing as Jim is pretty much perfect and completely fictional.
If Brain Age isn't in the mailbox when I get home I'm going to choke a bitch.
Anyway, if there is one thing that makes me happy it's knowing more than other people.
Example: Our French book has a few poems every lesson or so, and the one for this lesson on weather is "Il pleure dans mon coeur" by Paul Verlaine. (I went ahead and read it last week when I was still perfectly happy and this time around Verlaine doesn't seem so silly to me for being sad for no reason. Hell, I wish I was sad for no reason.) Anyway our TA decided to read it and have us do the exercises that went with it, which surprised me since we didn't do that last quarter. After asking if anyone knew who Verlaine was and getting pretty much nothing out of the class except my half-raised hand, I started feeling smug. Complete smugness settled in when he talked about Rimbaud and their relationship and mentioned there was a film with Leonardo DiCaprio. Of course I knew it was Total Eclipse, and answered when he asked me. I also told him it was "un mauvais film" once he said he'd never seen it. But it is. I learned nothing about either one's poetry and if their love affair hadn't been documented I wouldn't believe it and I'd think the filmmakers made it up for zlols and ~*drama*~.
That wasn't the point of this. I was composing this in my head as I walked back from the library (VAL: I returned Restoration for you, but I'm buying the book with the movie cover because I hate not finishing a book. I don't care if I saw the movie), and the whole thing was meant to be a rant about how no one cares about poetry and how Erickson pointed that out last Monday. Not in those words. Then I got sad because Colin cares and I liked that one conversation we had where we just linked each other to poems. Mr. Doehring was right when he said poetry worked "like buttah". Now I'm just "meh" and tired and hungry.
I'm skiving off ballroom today. I can't take that kind of rejection today. I may just drop it since the main reason I was taking it was because I thought it would be fun for Colin and me to go to the required dances (since he'd offered seeing as he's taken the ballroom series already), but wtf. Why bother?
Also, I had a really weird dream where Jim (yes, Jim Halpert from The Office) liked me and kept holding my hand in front of Pam, who I'd just chosen as my partner for some work thing. Perhaps I was Karen? I dunno. It was depressing though, seeing as Jim is pretty much perfect and completely fictional.
If Brain Age isn't in the mailbox when I get home I'm going to choke a bitch.