catslash: (can't brain today)
( Nov. 8th, 2010 05:22 pm)
And while I'm talking about what a genius I am, I got back an essay exam for my German history class, and I feel it is only fair that I share the results so you guys can make fun of me.

The topic was on the factors that led to the fall of the Weimar Republic and subsequent rise of the Nazi party; first a list, then analysis of a few of the factors listed.

I did really well with the list for the most part! I got the hyperinflation and the Versailles Treaty and the 1929 stock market crash and the political extremism and all kinds of stuff. My professor only had one note to offer, about the one teeny-tiny little factor that I forgot to include. The note reads as follows:

"also - Hitler."

OH RIGHT HIM.

I don't even know how I left him off the list. Talk about missing the forest for the trees.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go finish reading a book. About Hitler. So I can write a paper tomorrow. About Hitler.

*facepalm*
catslash: (Default)
( Nov. 2nd, 2010 10:13 pm)
Today I attended an author's reading of an excerpt from his book, because I am required to write a couple of analyses of readings for my Oral Interpretation class. I feel that the following description of his own character is all you need to know to understand this experience.

"The most compassionate person in literature as I know it."

Also he went just long enough in the Q&A after for me to run to the corner just in time to watch the bus go by and have to wait an hour for the next.

It's a shame that his actual reading was good, because it means I won't get to tear him apart properly in my essay.

Windbag.
catslash: (Hamlet is damn interesting)
( May. 26th, 2010 05:18 pm)
As mentioned yesterday, I'm taking a summer course on the films of Stanley Kubrick, which is structured to give us enough time to watch an entire movie in one class period. Which is pretty awesome. Especially since I realized upon looking at the list of movies we'll be seeing that I hadn't seen any of his films before. That's a lot of pop culture I've missed out on! So I've been enjoying this class a lot so far.

(Also, the room is airconditioned. I miss it already.)

So far we've watched and discussed 2001 and A Clockwork Orange, and today we screened Barry Lyndon. Juuust barely. That is a long-ass movie and we needed like every second of classtime to get the whole thing in - it ended exactly when class ended.

[livejournal.com profile] karaokegal asked that I post my thoughts on Barry Lyndon after watching, so!

The short version is, it was my favorite so far. The long version is long and has spoilers, so I'm cutting since it's lesser known than most of his other movies so there might actually be plot points people aren't familiar with. )

There is a fuckton of other stuff I could talk about in this movie, and no doubt a full fuckton of other stuff I didn't even catch, but basically it is awesome and everyone should see it. The end.
catslash: (Nicola - ew gross)
( May. 25th, 2010 10:48 am)
Oh look, I went a week and a half without posting again. I don't have long, so this post will be short, but.

Upside of taking summer classes: I can make up for the credits the insomnia totally screwed me over on, seriously, half the reason I haven't posted is because I don't even wanna talk about it.

Downside of taking summer courses: I still have to walk the mile to campus, even when it is the first legitimately hot and gross day of the year. And this will continue for the rest of this month and part of June, and then begin anew toward the end of July and into August, AKA the hottest part of the year.

At least today the room I'm in has air conditioning, because it's full of movie-watching equipment. (Class subject? The films of Stanley Kubrick. Fuck yeah, you guys, I'm getting credit to watch movies and talk about them.)
catslash: (Tek and Papi)
( Apr. 20th, 2010 04:41 pm)
(I need an icon that better demonstrates flailing excitement. Any suggestions?)

I slept last night! For, like, eight and a half hours! The nurse practitioner at the student health center prescribed me some Ambien (along with a billion warnings about avoiding addiction, so yes, I know, I'll be careful), and it woooorked. Thank god. I also scheduled an appointment for counselling, since they offer a certain number of free counselling sessions per year and it is becoming steadily more obvious that something is the fuck wrong with me if my mind is so fired up at night that it's screwing up my sleep so badly.

If I'm really lucky, I might even be able to give that presentation tomorrow that I've had to put off twice already because of this stupid insomnia. Which my professor has been very understanding about, but I feel like a jerk anyway. Important notice if you attend school of any kind: Do not get insomnia near the end of the semester! It will fuck your scholastic shit up!

In other news, since I feel like I should tell you guys about something other than how my life sucks lately because I can't sleep, I registered for my fall classes today! Which officially turns my four-year degree into an at-least-five-year degree, but whatever, these things happen. I'm in no hurry to graduate anyway. Being a student beats the shit out of being in the real grown-up world.

But anyway! I'm going to take an English class on WWI (studying it via literature, obvs); a class called Oral Interpretation that is basically learning how to read stuff out loud without being boring, a skill I could stand to hone, in search of the ever-elusive Fine Arts credit; a History class on early Germany taught by that History professor I like so much; and a senior seminar (another requirement) called Aphra Behn and the Libertine Tradition, which I don't know exactly what that is (all I know about libertine stuff I learned from the movie Libertine, most of which I have forgotten by now anyway) but it sounds awesome. AND they're all afternoon classes like I had last semester, which will help a lot with keeping a more consistent sleep pattern than I've had this semester.

So that's what's on my mind today. Now I have to go hit the laundromat; I had to wear Laundry Day clothes to campus today because I was too tired over the weekend to face doing laundry. If nothing else, I'm learning a thing or two about getting shit done when I feel good enough to not worry about counting spoons.
catslash: (Terri facepalm)
( Mar. 19th, 2010 12:29 pm)
Why do I put off filing my FAFSA every year when it only takes like five minutes? I even have my electronic signature PIN memorized, for heaven's sake. (You only need to lose that thing once to decide that maybe it's worth your time to memorize four freaking digits.)
catslash: (can't brain today)
( Mar. 8th, 2010 07:31 pm)
Today I had two classes, Medieval Popular Culture and Historical Construction of Sexuality.

Each of my professors took the opportunity to discuss Jesus's foreskin.

I don't even know, you guys.
catslash: (not mad)
( Feb. 2nd, 2010 01:58 pm)
In brief: things I have done over the last couple of weeks.

* Classes! I had to drop American Popular Culture on account of it having so much reading that I may as well have been taking a third English class, so I replaced it with Historical Construction of Sexuality, which I had wanted to take anyway but couldn't take on the fifth class. Four is plenty, especially now that I'm in the higher level courses. And it . . . has so much reading I may as well be taking a third English class. Sigh. (I think I got spoiled by the History prof I had the past two semesters, whose reading assignments were almost always able to be treated as optional, since he gave such thorough notes in class.) It's a nice parallel to my Gender and Sexuality Theory class, though, and I think the two of them paired together will be helpful this semester.

Also, my Acting for Non-Majors class involves yoga. WTF is that all about? Yes, please, let's perform activities I associate with gym class, which I am still, at twenty-seven years old, grateful that I no longer have to attend. That'll get me nice and wound up and uncomfortable just in time for the various acting exercises! And, oh god, last week we did one of those guided relaxation thingies - you know, the kind where a soothing voice (or, in this case, the professor) tells you to relax your body an inch at time over the course of like twenty minutes? I cannot be the only person for whom this has the opposite effect. Thirty seconds in ("Relax your scalp") and I've got ants crawling under my skin and I want to run around in circles screaming. This is my reaction to anything that involves holding still/making careful, deliberate little movements for longer than like three seconds. (I would be the worst surgeon EVER.) So if we have to do that again this week, I may lose my shit. Or possibly lose a battle with the Giggle Loop, which you should NOT GOOGLE if you don't know what it is. Trust me. You're better off that way.

* Oh, yeah, also, I had a birthday on the twenty-third. Thanks to everyone who wished me a good one! If you posted something and I didn't comment, it's probably because when I scanned my flist that evening, I was not entirely sober, so I missed it.

* I have effected a change in my wardrobe! It now involves more tunic shirts and leggings and skirts and fewer jeans and t-shirts. I am bored of jeans and t-shirts, because that's what I've been wearing for like fifteen years, and I love the tunic shirts that are in style right now because they allow me to wear more comfortable things like leggings. I have a belly and jeans dig into it when I sit. The wrong pair can actually give me a stomachache. And I want skirts and dresses too because I also have thighs, and the inseam of a pair of jeans (aka, the only part of the entire jean that cannot be fucking patched) wears through too quickly. And I HATE jeans shopping, omg. Skirts will not present that problem. And leggings have less friction than denim, I think, and are cheaper to replace in any case.

I really miss pockets, though. Goddamn. I only have one actual skirt so far and want a couple more. I'll be looking for ones with pockets.



And that is all the fascinating stuff I have not been posting about since the semester started. And now that I've caught up on that, maybe I'll start posting again because I won't be thinking "BUT THERE'S SO MUCH I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START HALP maybe tomorrow."
catslash: (Malcolm and Nicola - car tantrum)
( Jan. 18th, 2010 12:28 pm)
So I finally figured out how to use the school's bookstore website to check out what I'll need to buy for books this semester. (Why did I just figure this out after three semesters here? Because I didn't fucking know I could. They don't tell you any of this shit, you have to find it out for yourself. I really miss SMCC sometimes. They understand how to make themselves easily accessible to their students.)

Okay, first, the list that comes up includes the ISBN code. Isn't that sweet, how they think I'm not going to take that shit and run with it to Amazon to find used copies even cheaper than their used copies?

Second, the list for my US Popular Culture class, which is a History class, is longer than the lists for both my English classes put together. I am not fooled by this for a second - those classes have anthologies - but I was entertained by the fact that I will be reading multiple novels for a history course.

One of said novels, which I will not be reading, is Catcher in the Rye. HELL TO THE FUCKING NO I HATE THAT BOOK SO MUCH. SO FUCKING MUCH. FLAMES! FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE! Seriously, it's not worth giving myself a stroke from rage because I can't reach into the book and beat Holden Caulfield senseless. Hate. HATE. HAAAAAATE. And you know what's funny? I know people on the internets who hate that fucking book as much as I do, but people IRL are always shocked, SHOCKED I SAY, that anyone could possibly hate it. So this should be interesting.
catslash: (Nicola - and there you go)
( Dec. 31st, 2009 09:40 pm)
Mood-booster: The grade for my WWI&II class finally came in. B+! After the trouble I had with that last test, I expected, like, something in the C range.

I give up ever predicting my grades again. All four of my classes finished with higher grades than I expected. Clearly I suck at this game.

Summary: A (Sociology), A- (British Literature: Oscar Wilde and the Fin de SiƩcle), B+ (World War I and World War II), B (Irish Literature and Culture). Best semester I've had in quite some time.
catslash: (Sam is not so sure about this.)
( Dec. 28th, 2009 06:42 pm)
So, Irish Literature and Culture? The class where I handed in a crappy final paper that narrowly made the minimum required length, was padded with quotes, and just barely had a central thesis tying together the individual discussions of works that I pretty much just crapped out as I went along and didn't even proofread, because I was so pissed off about being assigned a seven to ten page paper at the last possible minute during finals period in a class that was a waste of time anyway? Oh, and also the grade for that paper was one of, like, three grades actually contributing to the final grade in the class, and the other two grades were B papers that were definitely way better than that one?

. . . I got a B for that class.

My GPA and I are not complaining, but man, I don't get it. I expected, like, CONSEQUENCES for blowing that paper off the way I did, and I was fine with that. I'm not really a fan of getting grades I don't deserve, good or bad. I'm kinda used to my papers getting better grades than I expect - not to toot my own horn, but that'll happen in classes where you're one of very few people who seem to know how to write a damn paper, or have any talent for it, though I would presume that's less of a factor in higher level English classes - but this one was such a throwaway, I thought for sure it would be different.

Only grade left is the WWI&II class. I give up even trying to guess what I'll get there. The grading for that class is a lot more quantitative, since it's about facts, not analysis, and the professor included multiple choice questions as a major part of testing, but I'm so turned around now I don't know what to think.
catslash: (Nicola - and there you go)
( Dec. 22nd, 2009 05:44 pm)
Grades for the semester are coming in! I'd kind of forgotten what it was like to, you know, not be afraid of this occurrence. Last year was not so good, academically speaking.

But so far, I have an A- in the Oscar Wilde class, which means that both my research paper and final were better than I thought they were (I have the same professor for another class next semester, so I decided to pick them up from him then, mostly because I totally forgot to do the self-addressed envelope he told us to bring in). Which is a delight, because my research paper was a bit of a mess and could have used some streamlining, and the final consisted of three questions, one of which I kind of had to fudge because I never actually read Jude the Obscure, oops. I came up with some insane ramblings comparing Sue Bridehead to Algernon from The Importance of Being Earnest - yeah, I don't even fucking know. I was going "I don't even fucking know" while I was writing it, and only managed about two-thirds of a handwritten page. I guess the page and a half I wrote for the question about Dracula made up for it. XD

In Sociology, I got an A. And a perfect fucking score on the last test, which completely shocked me to learn, because I took it directly after I took the above test, and it was also an essay exam. I thought I'd just barely passed it, especially because my brain went on strike during the last question after I'd managed to get out a barebones response.

The other classes haven't come in yet, but I'm not looking for any more As - I didn't do too well on the WWI&II final, which I can say more definitively because it was a straight-up multiple choice test, and we have previously discussed how I was too pissed off about the Irish Literature and Culture final to do anything but vomit up a bunch of words, pad it with quotes, and call it a paper. Seriously, that class turned into such a fucking waste of time about a month into the semester. I'm going to be annoyed about it for while.

I'm looking forward to next semester, but for now, after having finished Yuletide? A few weeks where I owe no work to anyone anywhere suits me just fine.
catslash: (not mad)
( Dec. 17th, 2009 11:50 pm)
Yesterday was my last day of the semester! I talked to my WWI&II prof about possibly minoring in History (I keep taking history classes, so I may as well, right?), for which I need an advisor in the History department, and he said he'd be happy to. :D

NOW NO MORE DISCUSSION OF SCHOOL OR SCHOOL-RELATED THINGS.

Today I played a bunch of demos from Big Fish Games. Now I am having a movie marathon. So far I've watched:

* Good Hair, a documentary about black women in America and their hair, and how natural black hair is considered undesirable and the industry for chemicals, items, weaves, etc, to achieve "white-looking" hair is RIDICULOUS and okay we discussed this a bit in my Soc class and it was really interesting. Plus Chris Rock is the - I don't even know what you call the guy who runs the documentary. The host? The narrator? The David Attenborough?

* Hellboy, which was watchable enough as long as the movie was focused on the characters and boring whenever shit started blowing up. (You can tell where my priorities lie. I used to watch Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers for the plots, too.) Also, because I did just take that class on the World Wars, I found the Nazi origin story and presence of Rasputin to be hilarious.

OKAY NOW I'M DONE TALKING ABOUT SCHOOL-RELATED THINGS.

* The Invisible Child, which presents us with a nanny who is hired by a family in which the mother believes that there is a third child when there are really only two. The youngest child believes in this second sister, but the oldest and the dad know better and conspire to enable the delusion. It's a really interesting character study for a while as the nanny goes from weirded out to worried to actually accepting of the situation, and then it just takes this creepy-ass left turn. When the nanny is at the height of her concern over the situation, she contacts CFS. Then, as she gets sucked in and CFS finally gets around to checking up on things, she joins the father and oldest child in actively stonewalling and persuading them that the entire thing was a wacky misunderstanding. Which is all well and good, and could be a really intriguing study of Stockholm Syndrome and how people become convinced that an unsafe situation is perfectly okay - except that the movie tells us that this is all a GOOD thing. Preservation of the family at all costs! Oh, and the oldest kid is totally okay with having spent literally half her life pretending Maggie exists and it didn't damage her at all, and the youngest is gonna be okay because - check this out - Invisible Maggie conveniently takes ill and dies. Which is a logical presentation of the idea that the mother has stopped needing the delusion, but the movie insists that Maggie's "death" has tied up all loose ends and everyone is totally cool and won't need years of intensive therapy at all!

. . . yeah, it's a Lifetime movie. Surprise.

Next up: Jennifer's Body.

This weekend: Oh, yeah, I signed up for Yuletide, didn't I?
catslash: (Default)
( Dec. 15th, 2009 04:49 pm)
Have kicked the ass of Stupid So-Called Final paper. Did it a day later than planned, as I couldn't concentrate to save my LIFE yesterday. It's amazing, what having three and a half hours before a bullshit paper is due will do for my attention span. It's a crap paper, but I don't care, because it was a crap course. And doubly crap because it started out so well, thus raising my hopes and expectations before dashing them viciously upon the ground.

So, that's that over and done with.

Tomorrow is the final exam for my WWI&II class, and then I am done with having to be smart for a whole month. And I've loved the semester - hey, three great classes and one shitty class is still pretty damn good - but I won't mind the break one bit.
catslash: (Default)
( Dec. 12th, 2009 09:21 pm)
As things stand now, here are my plans for the next two days.

Sunday:

1. Shoot out of bed to download The Thick of It finale. That's been part of my routine every Sunday morning for almost two months, and I'm going to be sad to see it go. (Mind you, if anyone can get it to me sooner, I will owe you the firstborn I'm never going to have, or something.)
2. Judging from the reaction posts that I am currently forcing myself not to read (but still have tags and such), I will then fall down and die.
3. Perform self-resurrection.
4. Go for lunch and a movie with Mom, who has agreed to see the Boondock Saints sequel.
5. (optional) Facepalm quietly but repeatedly in my seat as this particular sequel proves itself to be every bit as unnecessary as I have believed it will be for the last decade.
6. Grocery shopping.
7. Preliminary work on Stupid So-Called Final paper - coming up with a thesis, picking the bits I'm going to use, and maybe write a bit of it. (My approach to papers is pretty casual; I'm only start anything at all on Sunday because of the seven-page minimum.

Monday:

1. Go to campus.
2. Spend day writing Stupid So-Called Final paper, because I can't focus on writing papers at home to save my life.
3. Hand in SSCF a day early, because Tuesday needs to be spent on studying for Wednesday's WWI&II test.

Which, by the way, my prof DID e-mail us on. I am vaguely proud of him.

. . . I am less proud of the part where he's going to teach a few last-minute things before we take the test, but eh, how else can he work it? That snow day was the worst fucking timing ever.

And after that, the semester shall officially be over. And I shall spend a week doing FUCK ALL before I pick up more hours at work for the rest of vacation.
catslash: (Malcom Tucker is)
( Dec. 9th, 2009 02:13 pm)
Good thing about weather so bad that classes get cancelled:

Classes are cancelled.

Bad thing about weather so bad that classes are cancelled:

It had to happen today, which was meant to be the last meeting of my WWI & II class before our final next week. This class meets once a week, and this semester has already been broken up a lot in the last month or so because of holidays. So now we don't get whatever information we were going to get to round out a test I was ALREADY nervous about, we don't get confirmation on what to expect essay questions for, and I know e-mail exists but I'm not so sure about my professor. (That he knows e-mail exists, I mean; I know he exists.) I love the guy, but he still refers to photocopies as mimeos, for god's sake. I'm not gonna hold my breath hoping for an e-mail.

And while I'm posting, have an INFORMAL POLL.

A take-home essay exam should be:

A. Something that takes roughly as much time at home as it would in class.

B. A seven-to-ten page paper requiring discussion of SIX different texts on one of two poorly-taught topics, disallowing outside sources and with instructions insisting that it be a formally written academic paper. Oh, and you should definitely spring this on your students one week before it's due, after they've already carefully planned out their finals study schedule.

If you chose B, congratulations! You and my Irish Literature and Culture professor can go be douchebags together, preferably far away from me so I don't give in to the temptation to soak him in gasoline and light a match!

Fucking BASTARD.
catslash: (Default)
( Dec. 5th, 2009 02:29 pm)
Oh my GOD the semester is almost over. How did that happen? I have a test to go for each class - well, three tests and a takehome essay thingy - and then I'll be done by, I believe, a week from Wednesday. Yesterday, for the first time since September, I chose my own book to read.

I have two tests in a row with nothing but essay questions on Thursday. My hand is gonna fall off. So that should be interesting.

Almost all of my classes have been really great this semester, though, and I'm glad of it; I had a rocky couple of semesters beforehand, but I feel like I've finally settled in at USM and gotten the hang of the place. One of the classes has been a disappointment (Irish Literature and Culture - look, I may not be an expert, but I'm pretty sure that writers in Ireland in the first two-thirds of the twentieth century wrote more than just poetry, okay, and it would have been great to have read some of that too), but the other three (the class on Oscar Wilde I've mentioned a dozen times, Soc 101, and Word Wars I and II) have been really interesting and enjoyable. I've learned a lot, more than I have since maybe my second semester at SMCC a couple years ago. It isn't the first time I've taken a Soc class, but it is the second try at it I've had since starting college, and here's a statement of the obvious: the professor makes all the difference in the world. The first one at SMCC was a dry asshole who was always right and graded us on our fucking notes. I withdrew from the class like a few weeks shy of the end of the semester because I just couldn't take his shit anymore. This one, though, was an awesome woman who'd been teaching Soc in various branches for years, gave really absorbing lectures, and took care to give us different viewpoints, even unpopular ones. ESPECIALLY unpopular ones, so we'd have them to think about along with the standard stuff.

The professor from the World Wars class is one I had last semester for Western Civ; I really like him and his dry sense of humor and the fact that he is so grounded in the past that he calls photocopies "mimeos." It's endearing. And he, too, made the effort to include different perspectives on events. I think I'm going to miss him next semester.

The Oscar Wilde professor is teaching a class on gender and sexuality theory next semester that I'm taking. He assigns a lot of secondary essays written in Tiresome Academic Speak that make me want to hang myself, but next semester I'll be more prepared for it, thanks to having had the experience in dealing with it in this class. He taught the primary texts we read really well and I learned a lot about each of them, as well as the time period and the social and literary contexts for them. I look forward to taking another class with this guy; those stupid essays are worth it.

I look forward to next semester, in which I am also taking an English class about medieval popular culture, which should contrast nicely with the history class about American pop culture (note to self: talk to awesome history prof about possibility of History minor; might as well do something with all the history courses I keep taking), and have finally managed to sort my schedule out to get a class I need for a fine arts credit for a core requirement, Acting for Non-Majors. This is the third semester in a row I've tried to take that fucking thing, and I almost didn't get it this time around, except that someone was kind enough to drop out and I snagged their spot.

Of course, first I have a vacation, and I look forward to this too. Things to do during vacation:

* Work just enough to feed myself and pay bills; I should get either tax refund or student loan money or both in time to sort out my rent for next year, and I'm sick of wasting my winter vacation working enough to wreck it but not enough to cover rent. I need to start looking for a job where I can actually get full-time hours.

* Make dent in pile of books I have accumulated this semester. Start with Sweet Valley books; just because all the thinking and analysis has been fun doesn't mean my brain doesn't need the rest.

* Also dent stockpile of movies. Which got really big really fast.

* Rewatch The Thick of It and write discussion posts for episodes. Vacation should be long enough for me to do about one a day. Maybe this will get people to give it a try.

* [livejournal.com profile] milliways_bar stuff: get rename token for Javert and start playing him again now that I have figured out how to go about it a bit better; debut Jonathan after approval; either get things started with Clay or suck it up and delete him; let Cal and Applegate do as they will, within reason, and set up some threads I've been wanting to do for them.

. . . no idea how much of that I'll actually do, but I'm excited that I'll have the chance to do it.
catslash: (Hamlet faxed me - credit greydruid)
( Nov. 5th, 2009 07:13 pm)
Today during discussion of Jude the Obscure, my professor compared Arabella to the ending of Drag Me to Hell. ♥

In other news: Look, a meme that has nothing to do with RP!

Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

Answers will vary depending on the passage, my attention span, and the age of the fic. The much older stuff (like, the stuff that's so old that I have it in my memories because tags didn't exist yet) is unlikely to get good answers.
catslash: (bunny - credit kadath on JF)
( Nov. 3rd, 2009 07:16 pm)
Item One: You are never too old to shuffle your feet through a drift of leaves to see how far you can elongate it by kicking them along. Ever. This is my favorite part of the whole foliage thing in the fall. Just make sure it's a wind drift, not someone's careful raking.

Item Two: VOTING. I am covered with stickers! I love voting. Um, not just because of the stickers. But the stickers don't hurt. On campus today, they were passing out "I Voted No on 1!" stickers to people who had, you know, voted No on 1. (Question One was an attempt to repeal the law Governor Baldacci signed in May allowing gay marriage. I have not discussed this issue in my journal because FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE, but it's been a pretty big deal. Tons of campaigning on both sides.) But anyway, I love voting even on off-years, and haven't missed an Election Day since I turned eighteen. I keep the stickers and each year and stick them on my headboard, because I am a dork.

Addendum to Item Two: I did not know that there was no voting going on in California! So, obviously, my post of admonishment to non-voters does not apply to any Californians on the flist.

Item Three: My Oscar Wilde professor is awesome. We had our midterm last Thursday, and I completely mismanaged my time, as is my wont, and only finished three of the four questions we had to do. Well, he came to me after class and said I was the only one who hadn't at least gotten a start on a fourth question, and he didn't want to have to give me a shite grade (that is a paraphrasing) that doesn't reflect my actual ability in the class, and when I explained that I have ADD and it distorts my sense of time (which is every inch the truth, you non-ADDers have NO idea), he said yeah he thought it was something like that, and it allows him to give me another fifteen minutes to try and complete a fourth answer. So! Shan't flunk the midterm in one of the classes I'm learning the most from this semester after all!

Item Four: Had a bunch of time during srsly boring discussion of unending Irish poetry (I suck so much at reading poetry; my interpretation of things tends to be way too literal for like ninety-five percent of poems to make anything resembling sense in my brain) to work on a sort of experimental Evita fic I've had percolating for a few days. So that was a much better use of those two and a half hours.

Item Five: Today wins.
catslash: (Nine - credit skybound2)
( Nov. 2nd, 2009 01:39 am)
By the way, in case you hadn't heard (I haven't seen it pop up on my flist yet), the next Doctor Who special is airing November fifteenth. YAY. 'Sabout time.

Speaking of which, I ended up going with the Eccleston/Winslet movie + SparkNotes plan in re: Jude the Obscure. I also read bits of the book, but it's written in that very special Victorian melodrama style that I have less and less tolerance for as I become old and crotchety. The movie was all right (though I'm glad I went with the SparkNotes for backup, because damn, did it screw up the ending), but I found young Christopher Eccleston (the movie is from 1994) distractingly adorable. Which helped immensely in getting my sympathy for Jude, but wasn't so great when I was supposed to be following the plot but couldn't stop thinking "OMG HE IS TINY AND CUTE."

Amusing bonus: David Tennant has a small role as the guy who goads Jude into reciting the Whatever I'm Tired And Don't Feel Like Looking It Up in Latin in a pub. I'm sad that I already knew that from scanning the Wiki entry on the movie, because that would have been a fun surprise.
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