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Um. So I am less bitchy today, ha ha, which is a good thing. I am not entirely happy, I think, but I'm not really sad...I feel sort of out of it, slightly drunk and exceedingly unmotivated.
Scott handed my thesis rough draft back and lo, it was covered in penciled comments. And behold, the lord said it was not good, and lo, the student did tremble in his sight. Or at least got annoyed. So I am probably not going to dancing tonight, rather I will be sitting at home with my loverly computer (the only good thing in all of that), trying to write a thesis. I can't even muster up indignation anymore...I just don't want to do it.
And math? I simply cannot wrap my head around this concept. I see, I hear, I watch, it doesn't make sense. Oh, argh.
I am going over to Lauren(Virginia, the Governor's charming daughter)'s house tonight to try on a dress she has...she wore it to her senior prom. It's pink, so we'll see how that goes...also Em C is bringing in a very red dress which I am rather excited about putting on. Hee...what fun.
Mother had a bit of a moment yesterday talking about how when she was a kid (oh dear) no one ever went to the prom without a date. Which is sort of sad...I think it probably is still like that at some schools, or at least if you go "with friends" you're very much not as cool as the ones with dates. I figure I'm having more fun this way, actually. And once again I love Northwest for its entire lack of formality and any sort of stuck-up idiocy. I love my school.
A bit of interestingness in all of this: even though I'm not supposed to know yet, Lyn told me--one of the few results she's gotten back yet from the photo competition--that I got first in Landcape. Whoopeee! With the traffic cone, no less....which, ironically enough, we were on the edge of not entering. Ha-HAH, just goes to show...:)
Have read all 100 pages of the assignment for "Zen" for philosophy...already I know I will have to read this book many more times to comprehend everything going on. (I'll take it on the airplane to England...that's massive hours of reading time.)
I am rather afraid I have a romantic mind. I mean, I always sort of knew that--but I also do think that there are classic elements imbedded in my head somewhere. Pirsig keeps saying that the romantics and the classics are always head-to-head and no one can have both at the same time, but I would disagree. It's a rare person to have an equally romantic and classic mind, and I might tentatively back up the statement that this sort of person doesn't exist. (Notice the tentative...) But I think it is possible to have a romantic mind while still having classic components...I can and have gotten very classically interested in things I first noticed romantically, as it were, and enjoyed dissecting stuff very much. Shakespeare, for example (depending on the teacher) can be rather strangely fun to poke at--the rhythms, underlying structure, so on and so forth--that's all classic thought. I can do both, and I daresay I'm not the only one. And if I put my mind to it--if I'm interested--I am willing to look at the underlying stucture of other things. Not everything, certainly, which is why I don't have a classic mind, but some things.
A classic romantic rather than a romantic classic...I'll take that. I always said I was a pragmatic romantic...I guess it's true.
Scott handed my thesis rough draft back and lo, it was covered in penciled comments. And behold, the lord said it was not good, and lo, the student did tremble in his sight. Or at least got annoyed. So I am probably not going to dancing tonight, rather I will be sitting at home with my loverly computer (the only good thing in all of that), trying to write a thesis. I can't even muster up indignation anymore...I just don't want to do it.
And math? I simply cannot wrap my head around this concept. I see, I hear, I watch, it doesn't make sense. Oh, argh.
I am going over to Lauren(Virginia, the Governor's charming daughter)'s house tonight to try on a dress she has...she wore it to her senior prom. It's pink, so we'll see how that goes...also Em C is bringing in a very red dress which I am rather excited about putting on. Hee...what fun.
Mother had a bit of a moment yesterday talking about how when she was a kid (oh dear) no one ever went to the prom without a date. Which is sort of sad...I think it probably is still like that at some schools, or at least if you go "with friends" you're very much not as cool as the ones with dates. I figure I'm having more fun this way, actually. And once again I love Northwest for its entire lack of formality and any sort of stuck-up idiocy. I love my school.
A bit of interestingness in all of this: even though I'm not supposed to know yet, Lyn told me--one of the few results she's gotten back yet from the photo competition--that I got first in Landcape. Whoopeee! With the traffic cone, no less....which, ironically enough, we were on the edge of not entering. Ha-HAH, just goes to show...:)
Have read all 100 pages of the assignment for "Zen" for philosophy...already I know I will have to read this book many more times to comprehend everything going on. (I'll take it on the airplane to England...that's massive hours of reading time.)
I am rather afraid I have a romantic mind. I mean, I always sort of knew that--but I also do think that there are classic elements imbedded in my head somewhere. Pirsig keeps saying that the romantics and the classics are always head-to-head and no one can have both at the same time, but I would disagree. It's a rare person to have an equally romantic and classic mind, and I might tentatively back up the statement that this sort of person doesn't exist. (Notice the tentative...) But I think it is possible to have a romantic mind while still having classic components...I can and have gotten very classically interested in things I first noticed romantically, as it were, and enjoyed dissecting stuff very much. Shakespeare, for example (depending on the teacher) can be rather strangely fun to poke at--the rhythms, underlying structure, so on and so forth--that's all classic thought. I can do both, and I daresay I'm not the only one. And if I put my mind to it--if I'm interested--I am willing to look at the underlying stucture of other things. Not everything, certainly, which is why I don't have a classic mind, but some things.
A classic romantic rather than a romantic classic...I'll take that. I always said I was a pragmatic romantic...I guess it's true.
