Spring Quarter classes
It's refreshing to see "friends" where I was getting used to seeing "amigos" on the livejournal bar. I am back from Ecuador as of Saturday night, and have spent most of the time between then and now with Rachel. She put on the poncho I got for my mom, and I took my viper flute, and we started dancing down the street, where we ran into KC and some of her friends. This one bitch, Corrina, was SO disgusted when Rachel danced around KC, and she disgustedly picked up this plastic bag with an empty coffee cup and some popcorn (!?!?!?!) and stepped away. I said "KC, your friends dont seem to be so into ecuadorian dancing, so we'll see you later," and Rachel and skipped off cackling, but seriously, who was that bitch!? And THEN, later, she ripped our the intestines of my umbrella, while KC had borrowed W/O permission! The "ciao" one, it's IRREPLACEABLE!! and then KC stole my quarters and my bathroom scale!
Yes today and yesterday was my first classes. Yesterday was short story writing, and I have it with Sarah. Everyone is damn shy. Playwrighting today and the teach is almost too old to stand. David Wagoner--he went on about what he's done, 17 books of poems, 10 and a half published novels, one of which was turned into a movie by Francis Ford Coppola! He said he always had the notion that he could act too but he was never any good-- I saw my life flash before my eyes!
The thing about these classes is that they are so underwhelming. I always think they are gonna be this crux point of creative energy and then everyone seems asleep, pretentious, and stupid. This one guy from elizabethean class is in it. What the fuck am I gonna write about!? We have to turn in at least half an hour of stuff by the end of the quarter, otherwise we can turn it in whenever. WHAT!? And then next class is gay and lesbian studies. So with that I have no idea what it will be like. I mean no straight man would feel comfortable taking that class right? So itll be like stealing candy from a baby. Maybe my dream stud will be there aieeee
Yes today and yesterday was my first classes. Yesterday was short story writing, and I have it with Sarah. Everyone is damn shy. Playwrighting today and the teach is almost too old to stand. David Wagoner--he went on about what he's done, 17 books of poems, 10 and a half published novels, one of which was turned into a movie by Francis Ford Coppola! He said he always had the notion that he could act too but he was never any good-- I saw my life flash before my eyes!
The thing about these classes is that they are so underwhelming. I always think they are gonna be this crux point of creative energy and then everyone seems asleep, pretentious, and stupid. This one guy from elizabethean class is in it. What the fuck am I gonna write about!? We have to turn in at least half an hour of stuff by the end of the quarter, otherwise we can turn it in whenever. WHAT!? And then next class is gay and lesbian studies. So with that I have no idea what it will be like. I mean no straight man would feel comfortable taking that class right? So itll be like stealing candy from a baby. Maybe my dream stud will be there aieeee