"Come here, come here, me mother dear, and read to me my dream!"
Mama and Papa visited. We went to dinner and then saw Little Miss Sunshine with Ruthie. Applebees = a bad, bad place to be a vegetarian. Fail. Little Miss Sunshine, however, is awesome. I finished all my absentee ballot stuff, so now I can call myself a responsible citizen and such. And I randomly ran into Blair and Mark -- that happens a lot. Randomly running into people, I mean, not them specifically.
Mama brought me tea and a random $50 gift card from one of her friends -- my parents' friends are amazing sometimes. Unfortunately, it was to Old Navy, so I was stuck looking at "trendy" clothes that I find incredibly ugly (what is with current fashion and the awful silhouettes it creates? This stuff flatters no one) but I did find a sweater I liked. And socks. Yay socks. I've still got $18 of it or something, but I'm not taking the bus out to the mall for Old Navy, so, I don't know, maybe over Thanksgiving break I'll try again and see if there's anything relatively inoffensive. I'm so picky about my clothing it's ridiculous. I mean, yes, I'm glad I don't live in the '40s and am not expected to clean house and vote for whatever candidates a sensible man recommends to me and all. I am so glad. But I wouldn't mind stealing their fashion. The '40s would suck to live in, but they looked classy. So I'll stick with my pseudo!vintage clothing and my geek chic, thankyouverymuch, and avoid the awful footless tights and shapeless sweaters and stupid furry boots. Ick. Someday I ought to learn to sew -- then I can walk around in perfectly tailored jackets and lovely skirts and not be at the mercy of the sadly misguided fashion industry. I think these superthin shirts are secretly a scheme to make us by two overpriced shirts instead of one every time we go shopping, because we have to layer everything to not freeze to death.
-- Hello, materialistic self. :) You're not very good at hiding, are you?
I ought to be reading right now, but there are no words for how much I hate stupid fucking Tess of the d'Urbervilles. Hardy was trying to do a good thing, I get that. He was trying to say, "A woman does not, in fact, have to wear a chastity belt until marriage to be a decent person, and the men who expect that but shag anything that moves before they marry and think it's different are idiotic hypocrites." But even when he's saying "Tess didn't do anything wrong!" he writes about the whole thing as if, even if she didn't do anything wrong, the thing that makes her a good person is that she acts like she did. And Alec is referred to as her "seducer" when he is her rapist. She may have slept with him afterwards, but the fact remains that it all started while she was asleep and unable to give consent. And what the hell are you supposed to do when you wake up with somebody on top of you, anyway? The whole "she looked more womanly than she was, so maybe that's why it happened" thing is way too close to "And what were you wearing?" for my comfort, too. Tess is, however, beginning to actually do some things for herself, though, and she's actually pretty cool when she talks to Alec later. "No, I won't marry you so you can 'do right by me.' I don't like you." If only she'd come to her senses and realize that Angel is a fucking moron and she shouldn't wait up for him, I'd like the book a lot more. We're reading The Moonstone next, though, and it sounds like that's pretty much a campy detective novel, so that should be a lot more fun. I also need to do my "homework" for the workshop. Scansion and summarizing and augh. College is too much work for me, but I like it anyway.
I really want to watch Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead now for some reason. Bad Anna. Homework. Now.
. . . Except not yet. This song is so incredibly gorgeous. I need to do a good musicspam soon.
Mama brought me tea and a random $50 gift card from one of her friends -- my parents' friends are amazing sometimes. Unfortunately, it was to Old Navy, so I was stuck looking at "trendy" clothes that I find incredibly ugly (what is with current fashion and the awful silhouettes it creates? This stuff flatters no one) but I did find a sweater I liked. And socks. Yay socks. I've still got $18 of it or something, but I'm not taking the bus out to the mall for Old Navy, so, I don't know, maybe over Thanksgiving break I'll try again and see if there's anything relatively inoffensive. I'm so picky about my clothing it's ridiculous. I mean, yes, I'm glad I don't live in the '40s and am not expected to clean house and vote for whatever candidates a sensible man recommends to me and all. I am so glad. But I wouldn't mind stealing their fashion. The '40s would suck to live in, but they looked classy. So I'll stick with my pseudo!vintage clothing and my geek chic, thankyouverymuch, and avoid the awful footless tights and shapeless sweaters and stupid furry boots. Ick. Someday I ought to learn to sew -- then I can walk around in perfectly tailored jackets and lovely skirts and not be at the mercy of the sadly misguided fashion industry. I think these superthin shirts are secretly a scheme to make us by two overpriced shirts instead of one every time we go shopping, because we have to layer everything to not freeze to death.
-- Hello, materialistic self. :) You're not very good at hiding, are you?
I ought to be reading right now, but there are no words for how much I hate stupid fucking Tess of the d'Urbervilles. Hardy was trying to do a good thing, I get that. He was trying to say, "A woman does not, in fact, have to wear a chastity belt until marriage to be a decent person, and the men who expect that but shag anything that moves before they marry and think it's different are idiotic hypocrites." But even when he's saying "Tess didn't do anything wrong!" he writes about the whole thing as if, even if she didn't do anything wrong, the thing that makes her a good person is that she acts like she did. And Alec is referred to as her "seducer" when he is her rapist. She may have slept with him afterwards, but the fact remains that it all started while she was asleep and unable to give consent. And what the hell are you supposed to do when you wake up with somebody on top of you, anyway? The whole "she looked more womanly than she was, so maybe that's why it happened" thing is way too close to "And what were you wearing?" for my comfort, too. Tess is, however, beginning to actually do some things for herself, though, and she's actually pretty cool when she talks to Alec later. "No, I won't marry you so you can 'do right by me.' I don't like you." If only she'd come to her senses and realize that Angel is a fucking moron and she shouldn't wait up for him, I'd like the book a lot more. We're reading The Moonstone next, though, and it sounds like that's pretty much a campy detective novel, so that should be a lot more fun. I also need to do my "homework" for the workshop. Scansion and summarizing and augh. College is too much work for me, but I like it anyway.
I really want to watch Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead now for some reason. Bad Anna. Homework. Now.
. . . Except not yet. This song is so incredibly gorgeous. I need to do a good musicspam soon.