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Holy Fudgin' Crapness Batman!
Nov. 3rd, 2005 05:26 pmI have no idea where that came from.
I have found the perils of trying to be deep and philosophical. I just got my first paper back from my Edgar Allan Poe class, which I wrote on one of his lesser known poems called "A Dream Within a Dream." When we talked about that poem in class and when I read it for homework, I must have been on some funky high, because I have about four pages in my journal about that poem. Since I had so much of my own material (and that's what Professor Vause wants us to do; I've never been nearly forbidden by a teacher to use secondary sources), I decided to write on that poem. My crack-smokin'-weird-high-ness carried over into writing the paper. At the time, it seemed insightful, but when I got it back today, well, it's one of those things that you have to destroy any evidence that it existed in case someone finds it. This could potentially incriminating.
Anyway, I had an interesting Halloween. I had to work from 5-10 Halloween night, which sucked, but then they let us wear our costumes to work with the explanation that there would be a costume contest. When I got to work in my full-on Dobby the House-Elf (the socks!Dobby, not the pillowcase!Dobby) ensemble, there were a grand total of four people that dressed up (well, five if you count the guy who looked like he had a bolt going through his head). I think the funniest thing that happened that night was when I walked out of my apartment and some guy asked me if I was going to a strip poker tournament. Uncultured swine...
I got my tickets for Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire midnight showing in Providence. It's no Jordan Commons or IMAX shindig, but it works. The Dobby costume's coming out again, but with a slight bit of mourning, since the house-elf plot has been forsaken by the screenwriters in favor of more big special effects sequences and teenage hormones (good grief). Sometimes I wonder if the movies are all about the special effects and not so much the storyline. It's sad, really. Goblet of Fire is one of the most complex stories and one of the best mysteries I've read. Everything that sets up the second half of the series is in that book (or at least paraphrased by it). That doesn't mean I'm not looking forward to it. It's the principle of the thing.
I am actually excited for this weekend. There is a girls' choice dance tomorrow put on by the IWA. Me, being the perpetual wuss that I am, signed up to be set up on a date by my IWA chapter. I'm hoping this won't be too painful; last time I was set up on a date... yeah, like I'm going to publish that on the Internet. Plus, Natalie has gone home for the weekend to celebrate her birthday with her family, so I will have almost no one to bother me and plenty of time to get caught up with my homework. The only bad thing about this is that I have to miss the FHHC's post-Halloween Masque down in Kaysville. I wouldn't have missed it, except I have a French test next week and the workbook due that I have to study for and finish (respectively). Then registration is next Wednesday and I have no idea what classes I want/need to take. Academic advising in the HASS college is a joke. Oh well, I guess I'll just jump in feet first and see if I can stay above water.
Until my next rambling entry.
Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
I have found the perils of trying to be deep and philosophical. I just got my first paper back from my Edgar Allan Poe class, which I wrote on one of his lesser known poems called "A Dream Within a Dream." When we talked about that poem in class and when I read it for homework, I must have been on some funky high, because I have about four pages in my journal about that poem. Since I had so much of my own material (and that's what Professor Vause wants us to do; I've never been nearly forbidden by a teacher to use secondary sources), I decided to write on that poem. My crack-smokin'-weird-high-ness carried over into writing the paper. At the time, it seemed insightful, but when I got it back today, well, it's one of those things that you have to destroy any evidence that it existed in case someone finds it. This could potentially incriminating.
Anyway, I had an interesting Halloween. I had to work from 5-10 Halloween night, which sucked, but then they let us wear our costumes to work with the explanation that there would be a costume contest. When I got to work in my full-on Dobby the House-Elf (the socks!Dobby, not the pillowcase!Dobby) ensemble, there were a grand total of four people that dressed up (well, five if you count the guy who looked like he had a bolt going through his head). I think the funniest thing that happened that night was when I walked out of my apartment and some guy asked me if I was going to a strip poker tournament. Uncultured swine...
I got my tickets for Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire midnight showing in Providence. It's no Jordan Commons or IMAX shindig, but it works. The Dobby costume's coming out again, but with a slight bit of mourning, since the house-elf plot has been forsaken by the screenwriters in favor of more big special effects sequences and teenage hormones (good grief). Sometimes I wonder if the movies are all about the special effects and not so much the storyline. It's sad, really. Goblet of Fire is one of the most complex stories and one of the best mysteries I've read. Everything that sets up the second half of the series is in that book (or at least paraphrased by it). That doesn't mean I'm not looking forward to it. It's the principle of the thing.
I am actually excited for this weekend. There is a girls' choice dance tomorrow put on by the IWA. Me, being the perpetual wuss that I am, signed up to be set up on a date by my IWA chapter. I'm hoping this won't be too painful; last time I was set up on a date... yeah, like I'm going to publish that on the Internet. Plus, Natalie has gone home for the weekend to celebrate her birthday with her family, so I will have almost no one to bother me and plenty of time to get caught up with my homework. The only bad thing about this is that I have to miss the FHHC's post-Halloween Masque down in Kaysville. I wouldn't have missed it, except I have a French test next week and the workbook due that I have to study for and finish (respectively). Then registration is next Wednesday and I have no idea what classes I want/need to take. Academic advising in the HASS college is a joke. Oh well, I guess I'll just jump in feet first and see if I can stay above water.
Until my next rambling entry.
Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
