On the subject of literature and writing...
Ugh, I always hate starting essays. I always feel like my writing sounds over-dramatic and childish, and end up second-guessing it.... bah-humbug. I have a short-essay due tomorrow, why can't I get past the first paragraph. The topic is liquid-sugar though, Eve and her female identity as represented within pop culture and 'The Simpsons'. Over-analyzing much? =P
Oh, and finally, finally, after all these years I picked up 'The Fountainhead' by Ayn Rand. It's quite engrossing but leaves me very depressed each time I open it. But total global consciousness moment this week. I picked up the book after years of not hearing a word of it, within one day it's mentioned in a play I went to go see, and the next day I see a girl on the subway reading the book as well. wOot.
Welp, back to my shitacular essay-writings. Ironic, I'm reading a book about a man who refuses to give up his ideals, and here I am writing an essay that I know full-well is heavy on the BS but don't feel motivated enough to change. Guh, sometimes I hate myself. XD
Edit: Seriously..... this essay is bs-crap, why am I taking this class again? It's three hours a week of thinking too much into things, and what's worse is that the reason we're doing it is because people have already done it before us and managed to incorporate it into daily life. Even I know the essay I'm writing right now doesn't have any social significance, but I just want it done..... ow, my integrity. ;_;
Oh, and finally, finally, after all these years I picked up 'The Fountainhead' by Ayn Rand. It's quite engrossing but leaves me very depressed each time I open it. But total global consciousness moment this week. I picked up the book after years of not hearing a word of it, within one day it's mentioned in a play I went to go see, and the next day I see a girl on the subway reading the book as well. wOot.
Welp, back to my shitacular essay-writings. Ironic, I'm reading a book about a man who refuses to give up his ideals, and here I am writing an essay that I know full-well is heavy on the BS but don't feel motivated enough to change. Guh, sometimes I hate myself. XD
Edit: Seriously..... this essay is bs-crap, why am I taking this class again? It's three hours a week of thinking too much into things, and what's worse is that the reason we're doing it is because people have already done it before us and managed to incorporate it into daily life. Even I know the essay I'm writing right now doesn't have any social significance, but I just want it done..... ow, my integrity. ;_;