Essay week is hell
James Van Der Beek has a really deep voice. He doesn't sound at all like Dawson did. :(
And yes, I am half watching Medium at the moment (despite not particularily liking it) because tonight is a night for guilt free TV watching, as I have finally FINISHED MY STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE ESSAY!!! Booyah!
Now there's just the National and Transnational Cinemas essay due on Monday (which I will probably give myself a few extra days for, because dude, those questions are just scary) and I will have free time again! Which will be spent in part watching Dragonball, finally, goddamit. (anyone who wants to join is more than welcome, btw)
On a related note, my tutorial class for Literature and Cinema (the course that studied A Streetcar Named Desire in week 2) has gotten into the habit of hollering "STEEEEELLLLAAAHHH!" whenever they want me to do something (which this week involved acting out a scene from Oedipus Rex. I was Oedipus. I haven't done drama since year five and they throw me into Oedipus).
It is fantastic.
(Whenever people ask me if I mind the "STEELLAAAA!" thing, I reply, "no, I love it!"
What I don't often add though, is, "And honey, I could totally handle Marlon Brando in a ripped shirt hollering out for me like his life's depending on it, ooookaaay."
[philkensebben] Ha ha, lechery for the sake of irony! [/philkensebben])
And yes, I am half watching Medium at the moment (despite not particularily liking it) because tonight is a night for guilt free TV watching, as I have finally FINISHED MY STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE ESSAY!!! Booyah!
Now there's just the National and Transnational Cinemas essay due on Monday (which I will probably give myself a few extra days for, because dude, those questions are just scary) and I will have free time again! Which will be spent in part watching Dragonball, finally, goddamit. (anyone who wants to join is more than welcome, btw)
On a related note, my tutorial class for Literature and Cinema (the course that studied A Streetcar Named Desire in week 2) has gotten into the habit of hollering "STEEEEELLLLAAAHHH!" whenever they want me to do something (which this week involved acting out a scene from Oedipus Rex. I was Oedipus. I haven't done drama since year five and they throw me into Oedipus).
It is fantastic.
(Whenever people ask me if I mind the "STEELLAAAA!" thing, I reply, "no, I love it!"
What I don't often add though, is, "And honey, I could totally handle Marlon Brando in a ripped shirt hollering out for me like his life's depending on it, ooookaaay."
[philkensebben] Ha ha, lechery for the sake of irony! [/philkensebben])