Tonight was my last all-nighter as an undergrad. ...Woo!

It is so fucking cold in my apartment ( Read more... )

I'm doing Vagina Monologues at my school this year. Never have before, though a few of my friends have, and they're all doing it this year too, so it will be fun. And I got a pretty big part, which is neat. It's been so long since I've done any kind of acting. The piece I'm doing is called "Crooked Braid." It's pretty intense. Sad. I like it a lot ( Read more... )

Cold (especially my ankles), drinking weak coffee and writing about how the problems of radical skepticism are insoluble because they are fictitious. Says A.J. Ayer ( Read more... )

Let the rain kiss you ( Read more... )

Taking a creative poetry class. Egh. I do not have a beautiful poem of mine for tomorrow ( Read more... )

THINGS DUE:

Proposal for 19C Research Essay: this weekend
Troilus and Criseyde trans: this weekend (Monday)
PhiloMind response paper: Thursday
George Eliot Analysis Essay: Thursday
George Eliot Short Response Paper: Thursday
Husserl Essay: Friday
History of Eng. Lang. Proposal & Abstract: Friday

HOTEL Presentation: Wed April 22
19C Research ( Read more... )

Time for catching up on reading. This summer, so far, I've finished Siddhartha by Herman Hesse (and recommend it), As You Like It by Shakespeare (duh), and am just a tiny chapter away from finishing The Master and Margarita by Bulgakov. It's a very weird, very cool book ( Read more... )

She's growing on me. I like poetry better when I understand what it's saying. After reading about the themes of rebirth and transcendence, and true-self and false-self, in Plath's poetry, I'm liking it more.

The Arrival of the Bee Box(by Sylvia Plath ( Read more... )