Jan 20, 2006 04:21
i've been up all nite watching hayao miyazaki films on tcm. he is my favorite animator and animation director. i should've done my art homework for design class, but i just don't feel like cutting and pasting for craftmanship's sake right now. i don't even feel tired. instead i've been glued to the tv and equally glued to the computer screen while i read "I Felt a Funeral In My Brain," by Emily Dickinson for Oral Interp. class several times. we have to recite it on monday, so i've been rehearsing it for hours. we have to understand the poem instead of just simply reading it, so when we are reciting it in front of class, the feeling and our own interpretations must shine through the actual words. i'm so excited about that.
i took my car to get repaired today, even though that was supposed to be done yesterday, but i forgot about the appointment plus my arm ached from carrying my art supplies incorrectly. i now have a rental car until possibly the end of the week. so martha, kelly, and i watched queer as folk all nite and made an ice cream run. then i joined a self-defense class with martha. i think it's gonna be every wed. at 6-8 pm. at first there were 3 people in the class, although martha and one other girl were the only ones to show up when we walked her to class. then she called us on our way back from dropping her off and kelly and i turned around to watch. the sensei was so cool! he's 30, and he's been teaching for 12 years and has been learning karate since he was 8. he taught us basic stuff yesterday, and i decided to add the class to my schedule. ^_^ plus, he's cute... above all, he makes us feel comfortable in the class.
gah! maybe i should go back to the dorm soon... i know my parents should be up in a minute, and they are going to freak out when they see i'm still here.
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I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb.
And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead,
Then space began to toll
As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.
And then a plank in reason, broke,
And I dropped down and down--
And hit a world at every plunge,
And finished knowing--then--