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May. 8th, 2006 04:30 pmI had a really good idea for my lit paper this morning, as I was lying in bed with my half my head thinking, the other half foggy, & my limbs unable to move. Unfortuneately I didn't, or couldn't, get up and write it down; I rolled over and went back to sleep instead, & now I'm stuck being annoyed because I can't remember what it was. C'est la vie de academie, I suppose. At least I have a thesis, which is more than I usually begin with. Wa-hey!
Last night I went to talk to Erin about Search & we ended up in the lobby (because Camille came home), sitting with Kristen, joined by Matt, joined by Andy. I think I'll have to agree with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leeann_marie--if laughter is the best medicine, I'm as healthy as can be. Erin was delirious with lack of sleep, & I doubt that the boys & I were much more awake, really. We were being utterly ridiculous, looking through the Ballard Designs catalog that Erin randomly got--& called "Billiard Designs" because she was so tired. We liked every clock on every page, & so decided to have a hallway in a house with all sorts of different clocks all set to a slightly different time--all within the same fifteen or so minute period, but all vaguely different. I like this. & then Matt points to a leather chaise & says, "I want that, for when I'm a landed gentry," which led into Matt & I becoming The Duke & Duchess of East Yakima, Esq., because, as Erin eloquently pointed out, "Eastern Washington is feudalism waiting to happen!" Andy was my lover/stableboy, & the absent Andrew was Matt's turkish servant/lover, & we had great plans for raiding Harmony's costume shop for our clothing.
"We can get things from Seattle!" -"Seattle is not the far east, Sir!"
"Ah sir, the opium shipment from the far off French outpost of Coeur de Lane is here!" -"Good, the opium...I was going to look out over my cattle today, but my gout is acting up...I'll just sit here & smoke opium." -"And think of your sunny pleasure dome?" -Erin, Matt, Erin. The fact that we can still make bad literature jokes while completely delerious testifies to...well, either to our utter geekdom or the rigorous education of the honors program. Possibly both. We plan to write a novel. Also we played spin the cellphone, which turned into pass the kiss, which turned into Andy, Matt & I trying to play pass the clap (which is pointless with three people), which turned into pass the toy boat, which is Bobby's new hellish warm up. (Less than three.)
& I got a 99% on my Shakespeare paper, so I feel all glowy & happy about that. Also, Richard is a conniving, evil, clever, admirable little bastard. Really he is.
And we got the new English major curriculum & plan today, & there are so many nifty classes coming up. I am thrilled. McDowell's teaching a class on Donne next spring. I am so there.
I decided last night that I am going for three majors, five years. I couldn't come up with a good reason not to. I have the time, I have/can wrangle the money; I have my parents' support (hell, it was their idea!); I have a great desire to major in all three areas & I can't decide which to drop. Cripes. I am going to have a mad, mad three years...
Last night I went to talk to Erin about Search & we ended up in the lobby (because Camille came home), sitting with Kristen, joined by Matt, joined by Andy. I think I'll have to agree with
leeann_marie--if laughter is the best medicine, I'm as healthy as can be. Erin was delirious with lack of sleep, & I doubt that the boys & I were much more awake, really. We were being utterly ridiculous, looking through the Ballard Designs catalog that Erin randomly got--& called "Billiard Designs" because she was so tired. We liked every clock on every page, & so decided to have a hallway in a house with all sorts of different clocks all set to a slightly different time--all within the same fifteen or so minute period, but all vaguely different. I like this. & then Matt points to a leather chaise & says, "I want that, for when I'm a landed gentry," which led into Matt & I becoming The Duke & Duchess of East Yakima, Esq., because, as Erin eloquently pointed out, "Eastern Washington is feudalism waiting to happen!" Andy was my lover/stableboy, & the absent Andrew was Matt's turkish servant/lover, & we had great plans for raiding Harmony's costume shop for our clothing. "We can get things from Seattle!" -"Seattle is not the far east, Sir!"
"Ah sir, the opium shipment from the far off French outpost of Coeur de Lane is here!" -"Good, the opium...I was going to look out over my cattle today, but my gout is acting up...I'll just sit here & smoke opium." -"And think of your sunny pleasure dome?" -Erin, Matt, Erin. The fact that we can still make bad literature jokes while completely delerious testifies to...well, either to our utter geekdom or the rigorous education of the honors program. Possibly both. We plan to write a novel. Also we played spin the cellphone, which turned into pass the kiss, which turned into Andy, Matt & I trying to play pass the clap (which is pointless with three people), which turned into pass the toy boat, which is Bobby's new hellish warm up. (Less than three.)
& I got a 99% on my Shakespeare paper, so I feel all glowy & happy about that. Also, Richard is a conniving, evil, clever, admirable little bastard. Really he is.
And we got the new English major curriculum & plan today, & there are so many nifty classes coming up. I am thrilled. McDowell's teaching a class on Donne next spring. I am so there.
I decided last night that I am going for three majors, five years. I couldn't come up with a good reason not to. I have the time, I have/can wrangle the money; I have my parents' support (hell, it was their idea!); I have a great desire to major in all three areas & I can't decide which to drop. Cripes. I am going to have a mad, mad three years...
