Lady Macbeth Got One Thing Right: Keep Your Hands Clean!
Ok. Midterms are over. Now I just have one problem set, a French test, and three papers until all my work for the month is done. Fantastic.
I'm kinda proud of myself, actually. I think, all-in-all, I've been holding myself together pretty well these past weeks considering the amount and concentration of my schoolwork. I had a few tears, but mostly, they were hidden well, quiet sobs in the library and Rachel never knew.
I've had a terrible urge to write recently, but I don't have any time. I want to write poetry, too, without having any good ideas. Sometimes I see an image very clearly, but its difficult for me to find a clear and non-hokey application for it in a poem.
Speaking of poems, I feel really good about sticking it in a small way to whatever administrative douchebags seemed to think that no one here knew anything from Macbeth but "Out damn spot!" Soliloquy taped up. Nobody cares, but I do. They try to be high-minded and just end up insulting everyone's intelligence.
Mmm, anyway, I've started watching The L Word. Again. I showed the pilot to Otto, and he seems to be down with watching more. I'm sure the frequent lesbian sex scenes help.
Speaking of Otto, I wish he were here now. He had work until five, and then we went to dinner, but he spent it talking to other people, and then I followed him and Mike down to the basement and watched them play pool, and then they went to their suite while I went to mine, and now I feel distinctly unhugged. I'm supposed to be writing my Early Modern England paper, which I'm actually kind of excited about. It's about the importance of acquiring, holding, and maintaining palaces during the beginning of the Tudor dynasty. Despite the clear allure of this topic, I think I need some physical contact to focus me.
Tomorrow night is Davenport Screw, which, for those of you who don't know, is a dance. I still haven't decided what dress to wear, but that's probably because I haven't spared any mental energy for this question. It seems kind of stupid to go when you're already dating someone. The point of Yale screws is to set your roommate/suitemate up with a date, but everyone in my suite has a boyfriend (or at least a boyfriend-type thing) except Wendy, who is completely and irrevocably averse to school dances. I guess it will be fun, though. Getting dressed up will be fun, if nothing else is.
I don't think I'm going to have any mental energy to expend on Halloween, either. I guess I'll just throw something shitty together. I haven't managed to track down a life-size iguana suit for Kevin to be Liz from Magic School Bus, so I guess that means I can't be Ms. Frizzle. The problem with almost every costume is that it's gonna be so COLD on Halloween.
Abrupt end.
Maraout.