I love fortune cookies. They give me a creepy feeling sometimes, though. I get an especially weird feeling when there are two fortunes in the same cookie. Kind of like that old superstition about two yolks in an egg. I find myself returning to Purdy's "two-headed calf/ who was born in the barn last night".

As an English major, I spend all day ( Read more... )

Dear Past Sheila From Earlier this Afternoon:

If later tonight you're drinking a martini in your living room and feeling very classy, one thing to avoid doing would be fixing your coffee table with a hot glue gun.

Ow. My toe.

Gone to Toronto for the weekend. Back on Sunday, with pictures. If, in fact, anyone wants to see pictures of stationary meetings. And also assuming that there's anything to take pictures of.  Whoo!

I hope everyone else has more fun this weekend than I will!

Anyone "who" (is) (an) English Major "knows" Derrida. "Knows" him, (and) wishes he (was) dead. "Then" LEARNS (that) he (is) "dead" "already", (and) rejoices!

My teacher says that he's "playful". Yeah. He's a hoot.


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Today I was responsible for discussion questions about Barthes' response to Balzac's text on cross-dressing castratos, and all I got was scowls and blank looks from my cartoon entitled "broad generalizations".

It is a sad day when an English major cannot appreciate a pun. It's also kind of sad when your classmates think you're insane- but that's a ( Read more... )

 Went to see Across the Universe, and it was phenomenal. The imagery was fantastic -  though it lacked subtlety, but then again, I didn't really care. So good. I want to go see it again. Nay, I NEED.

I wrote an exam today in Philosophy (I am not sure how I fared); I got an in-class essay back (which I ran out of time on, and didn't even write my 2 concluding paragraphs) - I came out of with only a 70%; and I got my Literary Theory paper back with my lowest mark in all of university - a large red 62% on the front, and the comment that I wrote ( Read more... )

I'm tired and stressed and sick.

But I'm home! 

You were a ropemaker twisting strings around like hands twisting hands to wash each other free of fray, dirt or sin- to make it strong.  I remember when I could barely walk, you would enter the room and I would devour those few steps in giant bites because you were exciting and you turned every thing into something new. I remember seeing the tip of ( Read more... )

GOODBYEGOODBYEGOODBYE


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