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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
I emailed my professor clearing up a miscommunication and the first thing he wrote in his response was OMG!
The week passes by really slowly when you're awake for twenty hours every day. Eight hours of sleep passes by quickly; but the time drags when you have to actively participate in four of those hours. LAME.
Sometimes I write such pretentious sounding shit in my essays. I go back and read it, and I think to myself: really? this is what I do with my time? Disgusting.
The conclusion of my last essay:
The interplay between eyes and heart is necessary for preserving beauty. The fallibility of human perception is acknowledged in the sonnet but balanced by an active distortion of beauty for the sake of preservation. The constant going back and forth between eyes and heart, each proving insufficient in some way, confines our experience of beauty, but also reveals that beauty inevitably operates within boundaries and under limits that human perception cannot overcome.
I guess that's not so bad. I've done more disgusting. Reading that now I realized that I started three sentences in a row with "the." Whatevs. But I really love being an English major. Poetry is becoming a little nauseating but that's ok because I'll never take it again while I'm in college. Except Shakespeare. I really really enjoy Shakespeare. There's so much to unpack in it and it gets me really excited!
My postcolonial lit prof can't lead discussions for her life yet still insists on assigning a book a class to read. I need to finish my essay for that class tonight. Will be a long night but nothing I'm not used to and can't do =].
Love hearts peace.
The week passes by really slowly when you're awake for twenty hours every day. Eight hours of sleep passes by quickly; but the time drags when you have to actively participate in four of those hours. LAME.
Sometimes I write such pretentious sounding shit in my essays. I go back and read it, and I think to myself: really? this is what I do with my time? Disgusting.
The conclusion of my last essay:
The interplay between eyes and heart is necessary for preserving beauty. The fallibility of human perception is acknowledged in the sonnet but balanced by an active distortion of beauty for the sake of preservation. The constant going back and forth between eyes and heart, each proving insufficient in some way, confines our experience of beauty, but also reveals that beauty inevitably operates within boundaries and under limits that human perception cannot overcome.
I guess that's not so bad. I've done more disgusting. Reading that now I realized that I started three sentences in a row with "the." Whatevs. But I really love being an English major. Poetry is becoming a little nauseating but that's ok because I'll never take it again while I'm in college. Except Shakespeare. I really really enjoy Shakespeare. There's so much to unpack in it and it gets me really excited!
My postcolonial lit prof can't lead discussions for her life yet still insists on assigning a book a class to read. I need to finish my essay for that class tonight. Will be a long night but nothing I'm not used to and can't do =].
Love hearts peace.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Shit doing one post a day is hard. I missed Monday by 35 minutes.
The rest of this entry will be positive.
I positively despise transcribing.
I also positively do not like having three essays, one test, and two news articles in a one week span.
Let's throw a little bit of positivity for the future in the post.
I will positively hate having to do three loads of laundry tomorrow.
End.
The rest of this entry will be positive.
I positively despise transcribing.
I also positively do not like having three essays, one test, and two news articles in a one week span.
Let's throw a little bit of positivity for the future in the post.
I will positively hate having to do three loads of laundry tomorrow.
End.
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