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I want to be a paleontologist.
Oct. 6th, 2005 03:07 pmWhen my bed is stripped and the bare pillows are all over, the room is really uninviting. Hmm. The downside of laundry.
History is a fabulous class, but when I am not on, I am really not on. Some days I feel like my brain is made of oatmeal, and I cannot think of an intelligent thing to say to save my life. Luckily I don't have to say anything intelligent for three days now. Okay, that's not true; I have Writing Center stuff, but other than that I don't.
Although whatever happens, this class is always hilarious. I think Kengas is laughing at us inside the whole time.
"Well, we're about due for an apocalypse--"
"Yeah, been a while since the last one." -TJ, Michelle
"Well, I mean, Revelations is the only book of the Bible full of uncertainty--(pause) That is pretty much completely untrue." -Kareem
I went to Ultimate practice proper last night, and now I cannot move without some muscle screaming at me. In fact, I can't even stand still without some muscle screaming at me. Yay for workouts. ...ow.
My lit paper is, at the moment, about the differences between film, stage and text of Twelfth Night, specifically looking at Trevor Nunn's version (though I may look at Branagh's for an example of a non-filmic film). So basically I get to watch the movie a million and one times, and then write about it, hurrah. Also I am going to watch Stage Beauty with Annie (whose paper is on gender, really interesting).
If I could find a good thesis, though, I think I would write about Henry IV Part 1. I really want to read the rest of the histories in that cycle now, because damn, best dysfunctional family EVER (as I think![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
poisoninjest said first). It is a KICKASS play. And that is all.
History is a fabulous class, but when I am not on, I am really not on. Some days I feel like my brain is made of oatmeal, and I cannot think of an intelligent thing to say to save my life. Luckily I don't have to say anything intelligent for three days now. Okay, that's not true; I have Writing Center stuff, but other than that I don't.
Although whatever happens, this class is always hilarious. I think Kengas is laughing at us inside the whole time.
"Well, we're about due for an apocalypse--"
"Yeah, been a while since the last one." -TJ, Michelle
"Well, I mean, Revelations is the only book of the Bible full of uncertainty--(pause) That is pretty much completely untrue." -Kareem
I went to Ultimate practice proper last night, and now I cannot move without some muscle screaming at me. In fact, I can't even stand still without some muscle screaming at me. Yay for workouts. ...ow.
My lit paper is, at the moment, about the differences between film, stage and text of Twelfth Night, specifically looking at Trevor Nunn's version (though I may look at Branagh's for an example of a non-filmic film). So basically I get to watch the movie a million and one times, and then write about it, hurrah. Also I am going to watch Stage Beauty with Annie (whose paper is on gender, really interesting).
If I could find a good thesis, though, I think I would write about Henry IV Part 1. I really want to read the rest of the histories in that cycle now, because damn, best dysfunctional family EVER (as I think
poisoninjest said first). It is a KICKASS play. And that is all.
