This post is brought to you by the self-titled Audio Adrenaline CD, together with the caffeine provided by Diet Coke and Monster.
Anyway, school is in full swing by now. With everything that entails.
Dalton's been pretty cool as a roommate. Seems like he knows everybody on campus - that's a little strange. Anyway, one of his friends came over last night, I said hello, and it turned out that this guy was in my Poetry Writing class. We get to talking about books, then one of us looks at Dalton and he's sprawled out across his bed in deep hibernation. It was really funny. Guess nursing school especially wears you out. (I'll need to ask Jessica. Or Sandi. Or any of the other bunches of nurses I know...)
Anyway, Dalton talked me into going to a Chi Alpha meeting with him last night, which I guess is a campus ministry he's pretty involved in. Then some of those people got a volleyball game started afterward, so I played for a bit.
Because people reference it pretty often, I watched Mean Girls the other night; it was pretty stupid. The same reason you read The Hunger Games type of thing, just to know what people are referring to. Rocky IV was definitely not subtle in any way, shape or form....Still pretty good. Been rewatching season two of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. to get ready for the start of season three late next month. Need to return to Pawnee, Indiana with the Parks and Rec gang again soon. And the San Francisco of Full House, too.
Classes are going okay so far. The schedule's messed up, but what're you gonna do? (Note to self; try to avoid 8:30 a.m. classes in the future...also; remember that lunch is important on Tuesday/Thursdays....second semester in a row without a lunch break.) Read all of Shakespeare's Sonnets two and a half times since Monday afternoon; they don't make much sense. But I guess that's kind of the point of poetry? I don't know.
Hoping to survive Poetry Writing; and Lit Traditions sounds scary. Shakespeare and American Lit will probably be fun.
Galloped all the way through one of my textbooks already, and also read through Sophocles's Oedipus Rex. That is...messed up, to quote Skye. "I was going to use the off-color version of 'messed up', but it seemed inappropriate," Simmons frowns. "Oh, it's totally appropriate," she snorts. (This exchange is from the episode "...Ye Who Enter Here", if you're curious.)
Last night's thunderstorm just beat the fire alarm in the race they were apparently having....fire alarms are stupid. ESPECIALLY when they go off again three hours later because people across the hallway were doing drugs.
Switched to Jars of Clay's self-titled CD to listen to. Now to get a lot of reading done....respond to short stories by Ambrose Bierce(the Devil's Dictionary guy), Henry James and Sarah Orne Jewett, go through A Midsummer Night's Dream, and I forget what else. Oh, find a poet I can tolerate enough to study in depth for the next four months. Maybe Edgar Guest?
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