wow, this post has a lot of parentheses (including parentheses within parentheses! craziness!)
After much hair-pulling, gnashing of teeth, and rending of garments, and increasingly ridiculous procrastination strategies (like reading Law & Order: SVU recaps on TWOP - seriously, what does it say about me that I'd rather read about people being (fake) molested instead of just writing a damn paper? Nothing good, I fear.) my paper is done. (DONE!) And it's even somewhat close to being long enough, to boot! And I will not worry about it anymore, damn it, because it is done! (DONE!)
My next and final assignment for that class is to read Frankenstein. I recall reading the Wishbone version pretty clearly, and, for a Wishbone book, it was pretty hardcore (but I guess bringing a creature made out of dead body parts to life and then having it proceed to go on a murderous rampage is kind of hard to make kid-friendly.) But I'm not at the hardcore part yet- I'm still stuck in the "blah blah exposition" phase.
So far, it's like this:
Robert Walton: Dear Sister, I am a sea captain trying to find the Northwest Passage and the North Pole, which I think is going to be a super-cool paradise and not, you know, cold and miserable. Also, magnetic fields and shit. It's gonna rule. Let me describe to you my childhood, which is weird because you were probably there for it and don't need reminding, and also let me regale you with the backstories of various crew members. Alas, I am sad, because I have no friend to have long, bromantic chats with. Woe.
.....Hey, the craziest thing happened the other day. We saw this huge dude go by on a dogsled! Weird!
... More weirdness. Another dude came by on a sled, but this one was half-frozen to death, so we took him in and are nursing him back to health. He looks hot like a noble fellow who has suffered some deep tragedy.
....Turns out this guy is wicked awesome. I am totally falling in love with him. When I told him about my plans for the North Pole and eternal glory, he was all, "We're two of a kind, buddy. Let me tell you my tragic story, and maybe you'll learn something." And I was all, "Excellent! Just let me get my pen so I can write this stuff down for my scrapbook of our epic love posterity.
Frankenstein: I'm from Geneva. Here, have some info on my parents. Also, let's meet our cast of main characters: me, Victor, The Broody One!; Elizabeth, My Saintly Blonde "Cousin" (*winkwinknudgenudge*)!; Henry Clerval, My Chivalrous BFF!
...aaand that's as far as I've gotten, which is of course incredibly behind where I'm supposed to be. Oh well. If necessary, I'll dig out the ole Wishbone again. Don't think I won't.
(Also, hey, Mary Shelley, way to make me feel inadequate by writing a classic novel at the ripe old age of 19, geez.)
Unfortunately, if I'm not angsting about schoolwork, I have very little else to talk about. I saw HIMYM last night, and my reaction was basically: meh. Oh, show, where has your magic gone? And Lost comes on tonight, but I'm not particularly excited for it, either. Oh, and then there's Glee. Yeah, I'm not really feeling any of my shows at the moment. (Except possibly All My Children, which may or may not have made me cry today. It was a memorial show in honor of an actor who died a few months ago, and even though I didn't know much about him or the character, it was really nicely done and there were old clips, and I'm a sucker for old clips. I wish they had done more clips, actually. And I held off on the tears until the last minute, when they pulled a "dead loved one greets the deceased in heaven", and then I lost it. In fairness, so did my mother, who doesn't watch the show at all. No one can resist that device! It's an automatic tearjerker. Wow, this is an epic parenthetical notation.)
...This was actually a pretty epic post for not having a lot to talk about. Huh.
My next and final assignment for that class is to read Frankenstein. I recall reading the Wishbone version pretty clearly, and, for a Wishbone book, it was pretty hardcore (but I guess bringing a creature made out of dead body parts to life and then having it proceed to go on a murderous rampage is kind of hard to make kid-friendly.) But I'm not at the hardcore part yet- I'm still stuck in the "blah blah exposition" phase.
So far, it's like this:
Robert Walton: Dear Sister, I am a sea captain trying to find the Northwest Passage and the North Pole, which I think is going to be a super-cool paradise and not, you know, cold and miserable. Also, magnetic fields and shit. It's gonna rule. Let me describe to you my childhood, which is weird because you were probably there for it and don't need reminding, and also let me regale you with the backstories of various crew members. Alas, I am sad, because I have no friend to have long, bromantic chats with. Woe.
.....Hey, the craziest thing happened the other day. We saw this huge dude go by on a dogsled! Weird!
... More weirdness. Another dude came by on a sled, but this one was half-frozen to death, so we took him in and are nursing him back to health. He looks hot like a noble fellow who has suffered some deep tragedy.
....Turns out this guy is wicked awesome. I am totally falling in love with him. When I told him about my plans for the North Pole and eternal glory, he was all, "We're two of a kind, buddy. Let me tell you my tragic story, and maybe you'll learn something." And I was all, "Excellent! Just let me get my pen so I can write this stuff down for my scrapbook of our epic love posterity.
Frankenstein: I'm from Geneva. Here, have some info on my parents. Also, let's meet our cast of main characters: me, Victor, The Broody One!; Elizabeth, My Saintly Blonde "Cousin" (*winkwinknudgenudge*)!; Henry Clerval, My Chivalrous BFF!
...aaand that's as far as I've gotten, which is of course incredibly behind where I'm supposed to be. Oh well. If necessary, I'll dig out the ole Wishbone again. Don't think I won't.
(Also, hey, Mary Shelley, way to make me feel inadequate by writing a classic novel at the ripe old age of 19, geez.)
Unfortunately, if I'm not angsting about schoolwork, I have very little else to talk about. I saw HIMYM last night, and my reaction was basically: meh. Oh, show, where has your magic gone? And Lost comes on tonight, but I'm not particularly excited for it, either. Oh, and then there's Glee. Yeah, I'm not really feeling any of my shows at the moment. (Except possibly All My Children, which may or may not have made me cry today. It was a memorial show in honor of an actor who died a few months ago, and even though I didn't know much about him or the character, it was really nicely done and there were old clips, and I'm a sucker for old clips. I wish they had done more clips, actually. And I held off on the tears until the last minute, when they pulled a "dead loved one greets the deceased in heaven", and then I lost it. In fairness, so did my mother, who doesn't watch the show at all. No one can resist that device! It's an automatic tearjerker. Wow, this is an epic parenthetical notation.)
...This was actually a pretty epic post for not having a lot to talk about. Huh.