Yaaaaay. Yay!
Salon tomorrow!
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'm so excited. This is the most excited I've been about an academic project in a long time.
I went to Charelle's and got my costume. It's black, baby. Black with gold trim, and silk pantaloons. I'm wearing black tights with it and Enlightenment-looking shoes that I'm borrowing from my mom. I also have a huge thing of lace for my neck and my cuffs, and a bunch of gaudy-ass jewelry. But the best part? Pimp cane, baby. I look fly. So now I'm working on the questions he gave us; I have most of them answered, but I'm leaving blank the ones that don't really apply to me that much, like whether or not all races should have equal rights. As far as I can tell from my reading, the Marquis de Sade...um...doesn't care about black people either way. Although I'm sure he'd fuck anything that moved, so maybe that qualifies as equal rights in his book. Hee! I am excited.
The US salon suuuucked, for the most part. No one said a whole lot and obviously I wasn't going to contribute much because a.) I have done negligible research and b.) I can't make myself give a shit about that class. I did get some good opportunities to shoot down Patton and Edgar Allen Poe, though, so that was pretty sweet. XD Oh, Betty Friedan. You were so ugly and angry.
That was seriously about the extent of my schoolday. Neither math nor French merit much mention, except that we all managed to stop working entirely by the end of French class and instead discuss our strange little habits with each other. Next year should be fun; it'll just be me, Claire, Sam, and Hawke, and we're pretty right already so...fun abounds! There might be another French class get-together over Memorial Day weekend, from what I hear, so that would be fantastic. I really, really hope I feel better by then. Seriously. The last thing I want to do on Saturday is work for 8 hours while my body breaks down from the inside out. Damn you, spiral of doom! DAMN YOUUUUU.
Anyway. Must finish up this Marquis de Sade stuff so I can KICK SOME PANSY ASS TOMORROW. It's going to be wicked.
Peace, love, and sodomy--
Cat
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'm so excited. This is the most excited I've been about an academic project in a long time.
I went to Charelle's and got my costume. It's black, baby. Black with gold trim, and silk pantaloons. I'm wearing black tights with it and Enlightenment-looking shoes that I'm borrowing from my mom. I also have a huge thing of lace for my neck and my cuffs, and a bunch of gaudy-ass jewelry. But the best part? Pimp cane, baby. I look fly. So now I'm working on the questions he gave us; I have most of them answered, but I'm leaving blank the ones that don't really apply to me that much, like whether or not all races should have equal rights. As far as I can tell from my reading, the Marquis de Sade...um...doesn't care about black people either way. Although I'm sure he'd fuck anything that moved, so maybe that qualifies as equal rights in his book. Hee! I am excited.
The US salon suuuucked, for the most part. No one said a whole lot and obviously I wasn't going to contribute much because a.) I have done negligible research and b.) I can't make myself give a shit about that class. I did get some good opportunities to shoot down Patton and Edgar Allen Poe, though, so that was pretty sweet. XD Oh, Betty Friedan. You were so ugly and angry.
That was seriously about the extent of my schoolday. Neither math nor French merit much mention, except that we all managed to stop working entirely by the end of French class and instead discuss our strange little habits with each other. Next year should be fun; it'll just be me, Claire, Sam, and Hawke, and we're pretty right already so...fun abounds! There might be another French class get-together over Memorial Day weekend, from what I hear, so that would be fantastic. I really, really hope I feel better by then. Seriously. The last thing I want to do on Saturday is work for 8 hours while my body breaks down from the inside out. Damn you, spiral of doom! DAMN YOUUUUU.
Anyway. Must finish up this Marquis de Sade stuff so I can KICK SOME PANSY ASS TOMORROW. It's going to be wicked.
Peace, love, and sodomy--
Cat