Dec 05, 2007 17:40
Oh goodness. The number of things I have to say. So many things. Too many for me to adequately get down in the next five minutes, which is the amount of time I'm allowing myself before I make myself start in on the homework.
1. I am happy NaNoWriMo's over, but at the same time disappointed. I always tell myself that I won't stop writing when the month stops, and then I always do stop writing when the month stops. I've told myself that this time will be different, but so far I haven't written anything since November 29th, and that bothers me. I don't want to fall out of love with another story.
2. I turned in that history essay I was complaining about and I get it back graded this Monday, so we'll see how much I needed to complain.
3. I turn in my paper on Pride and Prejudice Friday, and it's pretty glorious. I showed it to my professor, because I wanted his approval of it -- it was the first paper I'd shown him, the first time he's read my writing. The first words out of his mouth were, "You write very nicely!" in an amused, happy tone. He read the first part of my paper and talked it over with me and it was a great experience. He was gratified that I had taken a concept he had brought up in lecture and used it as the framework of my argument, but in a completely different manner than he had discussed it in class. He enjoyed the way that the draft flowed -- he found it hard to believe I'd been through so much revision of it, since usually revision makes papers choppy and disjointed. There was one phrase that he really liked, and he actually laughed, and congratulated me for making him laugh! So that was good.
4. Sadly, today was my last English lecture of the semester. I know I'll miss Goldsmith terribly, but seeing as how my plan is to stalk him throughout the rest of my career here at Berkeley, I know we'll be seeing more of each other soon enough. Just not next semester...
5. The thumb and pinky on my left hand have been aching since last night. I know why -- they're the only keys I use for the spacebar and shift keys -- but I'm kinda worried about it...like, it actually hurt enough last night to discourage me from typing. And it didn't get better overnight like I'd hoped. It's better now but this morning it was painful, too.
6. The history class that I really wanted to get into filled up before I could register for it, so I'm on the wait list. This wouldn't annoy me so much if it weren't for the fact that, had my IB transcript been received by the school, I could have had my registration two days ago, when there were still 13 seats left in the class. I think it's all Dr. Chris's fault. Curse that man.
7. I'm re-watching the West Wing with Rebecca and remembering how much I love it. Also I'm realizing that Josh Lyman is another fictional character crush for me, which is pathetic because he's a ridiculous guy and not nearly as good looking as Sam. And yet I like him much more.
8. I'm excited because this Friday night Rebecca and I are going into San Francisco and having dinner with her aunt and going to Borders. Yes, folks, this is my idea of a night out on the town. And I know it will be awesome. I love hanging out with Rebecca, no matter what we do together.
9. I think I need to re-read Jane Eyre, or at least the good parts, fairly soon. I also think I need Krucli to lecture me about it again because that was probably my favorite part of all of last year. (Yes, I am a geek. You knew this already.)
10. I had my tae kwon do final on Tuesday and I'm pretty positive I passed the class. Like, I had better have passed the class. I did well enough. I'm considering taking the promotional test, to get the next belt up. I'll probably do it; my only thing against it is that it's early this Saturday morning and that means I can't stay out too late on my awesome book-buying girls' night out in the city.
And I think that's it because I really have to get something done before I go off to a club meeting, otherwise I will feel like I am getting absolutely nothing done. Period. Which is a sucky feeling.
english,
history,
jane eyre,
writing,
pride and prejudice,
west wing,
nanowrimo,
books,
the printer's daughter