"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia."
I am not dead! This is always a good thing.
I love the whistley part of Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John. It's been stuck in my head for days upon days, and everyone who's been around me since then is probably sick unto death of it.
School may kill me, but I'll probably die happy because I'm enjoying it even as I'm stressed out. There is never a dull moment; if you are bored at Campbell University, you just don't know where to look for adventures. There just isn't enough TIME! There are so many things I want to do...
Hmm, books. I finished Idylls of the King and The Bell Jar. Idylls was good, goes without saying. The Bell Jar was very interesting, although I don't quite know if "good" is the word for it. For a while after that school completely dominated my reading, but I read Street Without Joy by Bernard Fall and The Quiet American for the Vietnam class. Again, interesting, but not...good. THEN, the Mary Poppins-like (practically perfect in every way, and I don't mean that in a nasty way) girl across the hall leant me some neat books by Megan Whalen Turner, namely The Thief, and The Queen of Attolia. They're the first two books of a trilogy, and I devoured the first one and am currently consuming the second. They're the perfect non-taxing yet still intriguing books for a hellish semester! I shall report after I finish the trilogy. Oh, I also read The Phantom Tollbooth for the first time too! I dearly wish I had found it when I was ten, but I still loved it very much.
Oh oh! On Sunday, we had an Epic Pillow Fight! We met at 4 o'clock in front of the auditorium in the center of the academic circle and faced off like two titanic armies. Well, semi-titanic, there were only about 18 of us, but it was still impressive. Both sides had warpaint (red and blue washable children's fingerpaint) to distinguish friend from foe. A small boy on a scooter watched us, then zipped around to where he could watch the epic clash. We got the entire thing on camera, and it is pretty sweet if I do say so. We had a tremendous amount of fun, and nothing got broken. Several passers by stopped to watch, including some security guards, but they didn't do anything. Afterwards we were exhausted so we all just laid down on the grass with our pillows, then went to dinner at the cafeteria with our warpaint intact and our pillows under our arms. It was halcyonic and perfectly lovely.
Rather neat short film, of the Lady of Shalott story. I've been on a poetry kick lately. Oh, that reminds me; Robert Penn Warren is a mostly-very-good poety I have recently become rather interested in. By interested in, I mean I have to write a 15 page paper with 25+ sources on his poetry, but still. Good stuff, for the most part.
Sleep...
I love the whistley part of Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John. It's been stuck in my head for days upon days, and everyone who's been around me since then is probably sick unto death of it.
School may kill me, but I'll probably die happy because I'm enjoying it even as I'm stressed out. There is never a dull moment; if you are bored at Campbell University, you just don't know where to look for adventures. There just isn't enough TIME! There are so many things I want to do...
Hmm, books. I finished Idylls of the King and The Bell Jar. Idylls was good, goes without saying. The Bell Jar was very interesting, although I don't quite know if "good" is the word for it. For a while after that school completely dominated my reading, but I read Street Without Joy by Bernard Fall and The Quiet American for the Vietnam class. Again, interesting, but not...good. THEN, the Mary Poppins-like (practically perfect in every way, and I don't mean that in a nasty way) girl across the hall leant me some neat books by Megan Whalen Turner, namely The Thief, and The Queen of Attolia. They're the first two books of a trilogy, and I devoured the first one and am currently consuming the second. They're the perfect non-taxing yet still intriguing books for a hellish semester! I shall report after I finish the trilogy. Oh, I also read The Phantom Tollbooth for the first time too! I dearly wish I had found it when I was ten, but I still loved it very much.
Oh oh! On Sunday, we had an Epic Pillow Fight! We met at 4 o'clock in front of the auditorium in the center of the academic circle and faced off like two titanic armies. Well, semi-titanic, there were only about 18 of us, but it was still impressive. Both sides had warpaint (red and blue washable children's fingerpaint) to distinguish friend from foe. A small boy on a scooter watched us, then zipped around to where he could watch the epic clash. We got the entire thing on camera, and it is pretty sweet if I do say so. We had a tremendous amount of fun, and nothing got broken. Several passers by stopped to watch, including some security guards, but they didn't do anything. Afterwards we were exhausted so we all just laid down on the grass with our pillows, then went to dinner at the cafeteria with our warpaint intact and our pillows under our arms. It was halcyonic and perfectly lovely.
Rather neat short film, of the Lady of Shalott story. I've been on a poetry kick lately. Oh, that reminds me; Robert Penn Warren is a mostly-very-good poety I have recently become rather interested in. By interested in, I mean I have to write a 15 page paper with 25+ sources on his poetry, but still. Good stuff, for the most part.
Sleep...