So, it's been forever again since posting, but as per usual, I'm crazy busy pretty much all the time ( Read more... )

( The first day of school, or why I am taking up professional headdesking. )

Apparently I need more to do. I'm reading like a crazy person again, like at the beginning of the summer, after nearly a month of not touching a book. It's turning into an obsession. But it's this or something unsightly like studying for the grad tests, so I'll take my addictions in whatever forms I can get them. This is way more fun, anyway.

( Five Quarters of the Orange. )

So, even though it is not awesome at all, and everyone does it all the time, I still am pretty damn pleased with myself for writing two papers this weekend. And one of them involved reading a play beforehand. I was proud, and didn't even end up trying to finish one this morning ( Read more... )

I was completely oblivious to huge amounts of phalic imagery and gay sex innuendos in the story we read for AmLit on Wednesday ( Read more... )

Last few days have been very quiet. This is the end of the semester, so naturally this worries me. I have one AmLit paper that needs working on, and a helth test, and studying for finals. Usually, by this time of year, I'm ready to pull my hair out at the roots. I suspect this means I'm in for hell on finals ( Read more... )

( Writing wangst below cut. Emo whining and self pity may be included. You have been warned. )

We're in American lit again, and I've sort of given up trying to think today. We're discussing "The Storm" by Kate Chopin, and it's just too full of sex and feminism for my tastes. I have no problem with stories that extole the virtues of female pride, but this one is all about an affair, and while I agree that living out porn fantasies isn't ( Read more... )

So the football paper is done. I think I could have added more to it, and I think it's sort of awful, but it's out of my hands completely, so not worth worrying about. Or so I tell myself. It might keep me from having a nice mental breakdown when the sleep deprivation wears off ( Read more... )

I swear, I don't go out places looking for this stuff. It just happens. I was reading an article, trying to find the answer to a geology question on a take-home quiz, and all of a sudden I'm getting "the liquid spikes into the harder material, penetration only happens at a certain level," ETC. Geology, just because you're trying to amuse me, it ( Read more... )