I cried, 'Come, tell me how you live!'/And thumped him on the head

Today was interesting.

I read poetry that made fun of Wordsworth's poetry. It was good (the parody, that is.).

I also, apparently, smell funny. In a bad way. According to Michelle, anyway; but then she made things okay by saying I can take her food and eat it.

In Early English Literature, I was told by Dr Ricke (as he chuckled) that I really "get into Middle English," in a good way. In such a good way, actually, that he doesn't have to correct my accent while reading out loud, AND he's going to check with the facilitators of the big medieval literature conference in Kalamazoo this spring to see if maybe they'll let me participate in the reading thing, even though I'm an undergrad and undergrads aren't usually allowed to participate. *squee* I don't think anything will come of it--indeed, I very strongly doubt it, but it was a nice compliment.
And we discussed avian mating habits. No, I am not kidding.

Oh, and Sparty amused me today after lunch. He quoted from the text of NetHack (if you don't know what NetHack is, shame on you! In fact, worse than shame! Fie! Fie on you! FIE!), saying, "It is very dark. You will probably get eaten by a grue." No, there was no real context for it, but it was funny anyway. And no, I don't know really what a grue is, because they live only in dark places and eat any people who invade their dark places.

Random quote from Monday's D&D session: "Can I climb him? He's a surface!"


Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall/We drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night

It's been a strange few days....

Read a cool poem (the one quoted in the title) for one of my classes....It's called 'Fugue of Death,' by Paul Celan. I enjoyed it, although I can see why most people wouldn't.

Thanksgiving Break is close, so close; I'm so glad, I need the break. I'm starting to go nuts from the work. I slept for 22 hours yesterday and today; that is, I fell asleep at 5:30pm on Friday and slept through until 2:30pm today. It was wonderful. And, in case you were wondering, I am still tired. Welcome to my life.

Oh, I set fire to a book a couple nights ago. It was fun. Lots and lots of fun. The book was crap to begin with--one of the type you not only find banal but funny. Poorly written and based on a flawed concept, I had spent most of a year trying to palm it off on some unsuspecting Taylorite, without success. So, finally, Thellie, Michelle, Whitney and I set it ablaze (Outside, of course. What, you think I'm going to set the building on fire! Well, as much as the idea appeals to me, I'd rather not burn my books and computer. So, we had our little pyro-party outside.). Then we took it down to the lake to dump it, but it re-ignited twice on the way there. That was odd, considering the book's flames and embers had been stamped out pretty thoroughly. So, now there are TWO (yes, 2! Not just one!) charred spots on the concrete, plus a patch of grass that may be singed, but I'm not sure, because it was dark when the whole thing happened and I was too concerned about my poor, very cold feet to pay much attention to the exact location of a burning book. But we eventually got it down to the lake and chucked it in. And there was great rejoicing.

Had an awkward moment last week. Aaron (my ex) walked up to me in the DC and said, "hey, my parents are here and would like to meet you."
Me: Pause. "Um, okaaayy, when?"
Aaron: "Now."
Me: "WHAT?!"
Aaron: "Yeah, they're right over there. Come over when you're ready--no pressure."
No pressure, my rear. Meeting the parents of the guy who's heart I broke. No pressure.
But, I swallowed my extreme panic and followed him to where his parents sat. They were incredibly gracious, very kind people--his mom even hugged me!--but it was still nerve-wracking. Then I find out, from I can't remember who, that he's leaving Taylor. For good. Heading back to California to go to college there. Kinda weird. We're gonna talk tomorrow, see if we can reach some sort of comfortable peace.

D&D tomorrow! Yay! Maybe Lissar (my character; she's a half-vampire) can blood drain somebody else....hehe....fun fun. Hock is a great DM, by the way. Keep that random numbers generator, too. ^.^

I stole a stolen autoharp today. Long story. No, I will not tell you.

Still haven't heard about my Parnassus entries. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Oh, and my brother turned 20 on Friday. Happy birthday, Sam, even though I doubt you'll ever see this. I hope this year will go well for you, better than it did for me.


A noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does/An adjective is what describes the noun/In "The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz"

I should be writing a paper right now, or at least doing the research for it.

But I'm not. Grr. Stupid distractions. Well, ok, they're not all stupid....

I might as well say it here, seeing as everyone has figured it out already. Jon and I are officially "together." There, I said it. Be happy, Jon. I have mentioned you in my blog.

I'm tired. Really sleepy. I honestly don't care about writing this paper at all. I don't want to write it, don't want to do it, I just want it to go away and leave me alone, forever and ever, amen. But it won't. I feel as though it's staring at me....."like it's going to eat me or something."

I talked to Jenn today, for the first time in....a long while. It was good to hear from her. Ah, who am I kidding, it's always good to hear from her.

I submitted two things for possible submission to Parnassus; I'm nervous beyond belief. I'll find out if they were accepted (yeah, right) or not (much more likely) within the week.....gah, I'm scared. I would love to have something published, even if only in Taylor's journal, but I honestly don't believe that anything I've written is remotely good enough for publication anywhere.

Gah. Life is stupid and frustrating.