(no subject)
My step mom gave me a CD of French Carribean music a while ago, and I hadn't listened to it (partly out of general resentment and bad mood, and partly because I was busy). Then last night I did start listening to it, and it is making me incredibly happy. The only two problems is that I find myself constantly trying to dance instead of do work, and that I keep trying to understand what they're saying, which is really difficult since the accent is different than I'm used to.
I had 3 tests Tuesday, 2 Wednesday, and 2 today. Thankfully, I don't have any tommorrow, since tommorrow is Spirit Day. It'll be ok; I'm not that into spirit, but at the same time, its fun to see people running around and screaming, even if I do not do the same thing (mostly, I sit in the bleachers and goof off, sometimes read).
Finished Pierre et Jean, picked up a copy of The Dubliners by James Joyce. Its amazing, of course. Joyce is singularly good at doing almost everything, and he picks good words to use. He's good at hinting at things and making the reader pick up where he left. He is also amazing with detail and following a character closely without batting you over the head with it. It makes me happy. I'm going to read Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man soon.
That's all for now. I highly suggest reading "Berck Plage" by Sylvia Plath. Here's a link to it: http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poem=33214
My favorite lines are
"This is what it is to be complete. It is horrible.
Is he wearing pajamas or an evening suit
Under the glued sheet from which his powdery beak
Rises so whitely unbuffeted?"
and
"Now the washed sheets fly in the sun,
The pillow cases are sweetening.
It is a blessing, it is a blessing:
The long coffin of soap-colored oak,
The curious bearers and the raw date
Engraving itself in silver with marvelous calm."
This is describing a corpse at a funeral. Plath makes me scared and amazed.
I had 3 tests Tuesday, 2 Wednesday, and 2 today. Thankfully, I don't have any tommorrow, since tommorrow is Spirit Day. It'll be ok; I'm not that into spirit, but at the same time, its fun to see people running around and screaming, even if I do not do the same thing (mostly, I sit in the bleachers and goof off, sometimes read).
Finished Pierre et Jean, picked up a copy of The Dubliners by James Joyce. Its amazing, of course. Joyce is singularly good at doing almost everything, and he picks good words to use. He's good at hinting at things and making the reader pick up where he left. He is also amazing with detail and following a character closely without batting you over the head with it. It makes me happy. I'm going to read Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man soon.
That's all for now. I highly suggest reading "Berck Plage" by Sylvia Plath. Here's a link to it: http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poem=33214
My favorite lines are
"This is what it is to be complete. It is horrible.
Is he wearing pajamas or an evening suit
Under the glued sheet from which his powdery beak
Rises so whitely unbuffeted?"
and
"Now the washed sheets fly in the sun,
The pillow cases are sweetening.
It is a blessing, it is a blessing:
The long coffin of soap-colored oak,
The curious bearers and the raw date
Engraving itself in silver with marvelous calm."
This is describing a corpse at a funeral. Plath makes me scared and amazed.