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Send my roomie get-well-soon vibes.
Paige is horribly sick. Apparently whatever plague this is hit her in the night while she was trying to write her Search paper. I don't have any drugs to offer her...so I'm sending her to the infirmary.
Been working on a new layout, but had the sudden inspiration to turn a design I did for a friend of mine into a layout. I put together a care package for her and included a mixed CD of random happy music, for which I designed a label. I'm thinking it might go up next as the v.10.0 layout. ^_^
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Monday, February 17, 2003 12:51 p.m.
They forgot Burt Reynolds...
Sweet Jesus, go here. I got a 13/16. Pretty impressive, I thought, despite the fact that I was banking more on my knowledge of dictators than of porn stars. If you miss Hitler, we can't be friends anymore.
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Sunday, February 16, 2003 02:36 p.m.
Un-fucking-believable.
I'm a sophomore in college. Why do I suddenly feel like I'm going to have to dumb down my essays for my Search class? Not for the professor. She seemed to actually grasp what I was going for, and what she did miss I admit was due to my lack of elaboration. We workshopped our papers today (a horrible practice, might I add), and while getting feedback from the group about my paper (which was presented anonymously), this guy says he objects to my syntax because he had to read some of the sentences twice. The one he cited as throwing him off was, "A Petrarchan sonnet, the poem follows the traditional form by posing a problem in the first eight lines, followed by a proposed solution in the last six."
*blink*
Is that too hard to follow? Have I read too much Joyce in my old age that I've adopted his verbosity? Perhaps that is the case, since I just used the word "verbosity." But really...complaining because my paper isn't written in simple first-grade declarative sentences? I have three words for you, my ADD friend who can't handle inverted sentence structure. WILLIAM FUCKING FAULKNER. You're lucky my sentences don't encompass entire pages. It's a matter of style, and if you don't like my writing style, that doesn't make my argument any less valid.
Blimey, I'm grouchy. I need to learn to take literary criticism better. It' not like I openly cut the boy down, I'm just sure I was visibly seething. I don't think I've done that since Kearney's class (urgh). I just need to keep in mind that the professor is the one grading the work, not the rest of the class, and that they can suck my pooper.
I can still be vindictive, though, can't I? I can still believe he wrote that crappy paper we workshopped first that had a million fragments in it, for which he would have been strung up by his toes if he'd had Saunders or Powell.
Anyway. Belldandy Hate Club? I long to be a card-carrying member. ^_^
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Friday, February 14, 2003 12:24 p.m.
Happy Singles Awareness Day!
My plan to wear all black loses impact when I realize that the cast and crew of V-Day are also all wearing black. Just let me be a non-conformist, dammit.
I'm experiencing that weird limbo that happens when you eat or drink something expecting it to be something other than what it actually is. Red Stripe is certainly a change from the usual...it's weird, because I got a craving for it after not having it since March of last year or so. Once I got it, it tasted completely different from what I was expecting. Bizarre. So my craving wasn't really satisfied at all, and is now a craving for something unknown. Great.
I wasn't weirded out entirely by anything to do with the potential war until Mom decided she needed to talk to me about a contingency plan. I admit I'm still more worried about earthquakes, or getting mugged or raped. But it's still weird to have Mom tell me how to seal my doors and windows with plastic and duct tape.
When I consider the choice between Belldandy and letting my arm be chewed off by rabid squirrels, I think I'd choose the squirrels. I'm sure you'd agree.
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Friday, February 14, 2003 12:15 a.m.
Eeeeaaaaa!
Paige and I have found a noise that perfectly describes our less than great weekend. You know that noise cartoon gangsters make, that, "myaaah" noise? "Myaah, see, myaah." THAT is how our weekend felt.
On a better note, I'm in a pretty good mood today and I don't think I'm going to end up getting sick at all. The weather is absolutely insanely gorgeous here...it's a shame it's going to rain like hell all weekend. I have a great idea for a layout or two to get me through to the one I have planned for Hamlet (tee hee). The scary thing is that they've all been inspired by my "guilty pleasures" CD...you know, a CD of music you'd never admit you listen to in public. Speaking of music I'd never admit I listen to, Anders gave me a flying tackle glomp last night when I gave him the Michael Jackson CD (I titled it, "Michael Jackson: So Cheesy You Need Wine (I can't believe I downloaded all this shit)"). I have a bruise on my shoulderblade now because of it. -_o
So yeah. When you see a layout suddenly appear that obviously draws from some weird song you'd never think I'd listen to, be assured that yes, I do listen to it. And be afraid. ^_^
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Thursday, February 13, 2003 01:58 p.m.
Ye Gods.
Can someone tell me if it's a good omen or not to seal a friendship by burning a CD of cheesy Michael Jackson music for them? It's driving Paige insane, because I've had to listen to all the files in their entirety to make sure they downloaded properly before burning them to a disc, so she's had that idiot song from Free Willy stuck in her head for two days now.
I was sorely tempted to put the Weird Al parody of "Bad" on there, too, but it wouldn't fit.
In other news, Stout IMed me last night with the request that in Hamlet, during the play within the play (which we've dubbed "Rattrap"), I change some wording in one of my lines.
LynxWarrior: hey do you think when you say breast in the rattrap you could say boob instead? "such love must needs be treason in my boob"
o.O It does have a certain ring to it...though I think what's left of the bard is rolling in his grave.
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Wednesday, February 12, 2003 12:37 p.m.
Correct me if I'm wrong...
...but didn't Gothic architecture originate, oh, earlier than the Victorian era? A lot earlier? Like, seven hundred years earlier? My Search professor just gave us a brief overview of the historical background of the Victorian era before we delve into Victorian lit, and the way she was talking about the architecture, it sounded like Gothic architecture originated around the turn of the nineteenth century.
Sure, there was a revival of medievalism in art and poetry. Sure, there were some Gothic elements in the architecture of the time. You can make an honest comparison between the fluffy gingerbread on Victorian porches and the tracery on Gothic stained glass windows. And, perhaps in the revival, there was an integration of a Romantic sense of the "return to nature," where they used rough-finished stone a lot and things were a little asymmetrical. Think collegiate gothic style.
But NOT actual, honest to God Gothic!!! Does this look very asymmetrical or "natural" to you?! The only asymmetry employed in the Gothic era was in Chartres cathedral, and that's because half of it burned down between early and late Gothic periods, so the newer part is in a slightly different style.
*sigh*
I really need to quit being such an intellectual Nazi. She's starting to perturb me because I think of her as weak, and that's not cool. Though it might be amusing to see her goose-step into the classroom once.
Jesus. How politically incorrect can I be today?
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Monday, February 10, 2003 11:35 a.m.
Note to self:
Don't listen to The Lord of the Rings soundtrack while writing an essay on Coleridge. Your sentences become epic in and of themselves. o_O
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Monday, February 10, 2003 08:17 a.m.
On further consideration...
...and after a repeat of the pretty sunset from yesterday, I've decided they looklike something from a GAINAX transition, like from Kare Kano with the street lights in front of it.
I'm so tired my teeth hurt.
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Saturday, February 8, 2003 07:51 p.m.
I'll make them an offer they can't refuse...
...if they promise not to do this. Dear God in heaven, this is a bad idea. You want to write mob stories? Create a new series. This would be like writing "official" fanfiction for 1984, War and Peace, or The Picture of Dorian Gray. I mean, we saw the disaster that was the "sequel" to Gone With the Wind, and even as a kid I refused to read the Boxcar Children books that weren't written by Gertrude Chandler Warner.
I know some of you might point accusingly at my earlier entry that pondered Shakespeare fanfiction, but as far as that's concerned, I think Shakespeare's works have so embedded themselves in our culture that they're right up there with the Bible and fairytales. Variations on them wouldn't kill the original stories, I don't think.
The sunset tonight was absolutely gorgeous. There was ice in the clouds, so there were sun dogs (you know, little rainbow snippets on opposite sides of the sun when it's low in the sky). Of course, the fact that there were so many colors in the sky means that the air quality here is at the "eat your lungs like pirhanas" level, but damn...chemical sunsets are so pretty.
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Friday, February 7, 2003 10:22 p.m.
I'll make you an offer you can
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Friday, February 7, 2003 10:21 p.m.
Blargh.
Stayed up until 2:30 working on my set design, went to bed, got up again at 5:30 to finish it by 9:40. Aaaah. Lack of sleep isn't good for what I'm sure is my impending cold. It's not that I feel sick, really, just very tired (BEFORE the near-all-nighter, no less) and just congested enough to make me feel like I'm talking through my nose. And my voice has started doing funky things.
Needless to say, I'm glad we didn't do much in Movement today. I was still exhausted by the end of it, and when I went to meet Anders to rehearse our scene for Shakespeare a little while ago, he refused to rehearse with me until I felt better, despite my insistence that I felt alright. He said I looked way too tired and it was freaking him out, and that he'd rather wait and rehearse Monday night after Hamlet than do it today and just push me over the edge. I'm sure he's not as freaked out by my fatigue as I am by his sudden bizarre niceness this semester. Who are you and what have you done with Anders the Asshole?!
It doesn't help that the weather here's been gross, incredibly warm one day and cold and wet the next. The heat in the buildings is going crazy, so you go from sauna to freezing rain repeatedly. No wonder people are getting sick.
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Thursday, February 6, 2003 02:50 p.m.
English majors, ho!
Ne, Catt, be thankful for Wordsworth's puntuation. It could be much worse...it could be Faulkner. Or Joyce's Ulysses. *shudder* At least Wordsworth doesn't spontaneously start speaking in Hungarian.
Okay, maybe I'm not an English major. It IS my minor, though, and I do love literature. Well, most of it, anyway. ^_^
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Wednesday, February 5, 2003 06:20 p.m.
When I feel my finger on your trigger...
Woke up with "Happiness is a Warm Gun," stuck in my head. So I'm sitting there suffering through our discussion of Persuasion in Search, and this is something like my thought process: Attitudes toward truth vary in the novel. Take for example Anne...*cue humming*...she's not a girl who misses much, she's not acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand like a lizard on a windowpane...*stop humming*...while not as self-pitying as Mary, she often finds that happiness...*cue humming*...is a warm gun (bang bang, shoot shoot)...
At least the tune from Hamlet rehearsals last night is out of my head. The play within the play sounds great, but my God, that song gets stuck in your head. I feel sorry for Alexi having to play it for that long. B minor, A, B minor, G, A, B minor...aaaaaaaaah.
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Wednesday, February 5, 2003 12:18 p.m.
Reflections on milestones...
Milestones during Boarding School: mastry of coin-op laundry, friend's fatal car wreck, invention of Easy Mac, peak of creativity with ramen noodles, achievement of the, "Stay up and do homework or maintain sanity and say, 'Fuck it,'" principle, loss of fear of fungus if barefoot in common baths.
Milestones during College thus far: temporary complete inversion of sleep pattern, WTC, learning to sew, fast food places begin staying open 24-hours a day (other than Krystal and Steak & Shake), Columbia, addiction to Harry Potter.
That's all I can think of right now. This is spawned by a conversation I had with a friend earlier tonight about how important some things seem in retrospect that didn't appear all that earth-shattering at the time.
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Tuesday, February 4, 2003 10:53 p.m.
Not to dwell on something unpleasant...
...but I find myself fascinated by the amount of articles and speculation surrounding the Columbia disaster. It was the same way with the WTC; I know Mom often says there's only so many times she can watch that footage of those people disintegrating, or of the buildings imploding. I don't seem to have that threshold, though. Maybe it's because I get my news online so it's not the constant bombarding of sensorial gook. Television news is such a theatrical production now, anyway. I sometimes think America wouldn't be so paranoid and quick on the trigger if we'd stuck to printed (or digital text) media.
ANYWAY. Before I go off on that particular tangent, was anyone else surprised that searchers have found some remains of the astronauts in Texas? Maybe the emphasis placed on how high up in the atmosphere they were when the shuttle broke apart made me think that there was enough atmosphere between the shuttle and the earth that nothing but metal would survive...I don't know. They were high enough to be out of range of all potential military weaponry but another shuttle, so how amazing is it that human tissue can survive a high-temperature drop like that and still be intact enough for possible DNA analysis?
Not to lessen the seriousness of the tragedy, but humans are a pretty damn fascinating paradox of fragility and endurance. Our mortality may lie beneath a very shallow surface, but the stuff we're made of is incredibly durable. I mean, considering how easily we can injure ourselves it's weird how long what's left of us can last.
Okay, that was a bizarre train of thought. Not as bizarre as fire, metal, and bones falling from the sky, but strange nonetheless.
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Tuesday, February 4, 2003 01:52 p.m.
Whoooooooo doesn't want to do her homework?
Set design...can suck my pooper. Though I suppose it's my own damn fault that my design requires both a ground plan AND an elevation to convey the information properly.
Ultimate procrastination: collage front of Hamlet journal, talk to Michelle for two hours, do exercises for Movement, read every article online about shuttle updates, go in search of crackers. Yowza.
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Monday, February 3, 2003 10:39 p.m.
Sweet Jesus.
Mom sent this pic from a geneaology trip this weekend...God Bless Alabama. ^_^
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Sunday, February 2, 2003 06:44 p.m.
You know you're a college student when...
...you're too damn lazy to haul your ass fifty feet to the cafeteria because you know weekend food SUCKS, so instead you opt for macaroni and cheese. A lot of it. You bitch about how long it takes to boil water in the microwave in mass quantities, then feel very stupid for forgetting that your room mate has a hotpot.
Either way, you get your Velveeta and your Coke, you sit down in front of the TV for a nice relaxing hour or so, and you realize that the macaroni's not very done. In fact, it's sort of crunchy still.
You shrug and dig into your crunchy macaroni and cheese, feeling grateful that you're not eating stale animal crackers out of the snack machine.
It's the little things, I guess. ^_^
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Sunday, February 2, 2003 01:00 p.m.
J-rock my socks off!
Yeah, she does sort of have that J-Rock flair, doesn't she? It's definitely the hair and the big fur on the coat. I think Kyo's worn something like that, actually. There's an interesting story behind her creation that I think I'll relate.
Helen's flame at the moment was out of town for the weekend, and they'd had an argument before he left. Helen felt bad and wanted to do something special for him...needless to say, this entailed a trip to Victoria's Secret to obtain lingerie in the pouring rain. She had good intentions, but the thing she bought, well...she didn't exactly know how it was supposed to be worn. When we got back to campus Paige, Joe and I had to coach her on how to wear it. The result, as illustrated, was that we were all soaked in Helen's room, trying to stop Joe from convincing her that the little pink satin slip thing she got was NOT supposed to be worn in public as a skirt, especially without underwear. Helen's still in her corduroy coat and the sheep trip is all wet and soggy. Yes, those are rubber galoshes she's wearing with fishnets in the picture. In the background are Joe, me, and Paige, repectively.
In the end, we got Joe to lay off of the male desire to see a redhead wandering campus in lingerie and galoshes, and to pacify him I drew the outfit as I'm sure he would have PREFERRED it be worn. I changed the hair and coloring a bit and tada, my new layout.
Wow, that was incredibly long and meandering and with very little point. The only real announcement is that the nice, big version of the girl from the layout is now in the gallery.
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Sunday, February 2, 2003 10:25 a.m.
You like to think you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah.
New layout I was going to post earlier today, but didn't due to the fact that, "Columbia's gone." Explanations can be found in the bottom right.
I can tell I'm going to have fun with Painter Classic. It's by far "artsier" than any program I've used, and the tools react like real media would. Wheee. So yes, I did the girl at the top in "chalk," which didn't really show up after resizing, but I'm sure it will when I put up the original in the gallery.
Quote of the day: Ben, quoting Bazile, "So I was all like, 'BLAAAAAAARRRRGH!' And by, 'BLAAAAAARRRGH,' I mean, 'BAM.'"
Morgan took her bad, bad medicine Sunday, February 2, 2003 01:20 a.m.
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