Failboat Who?
Posted by Jackie , 08 February 2011 9:47 PM
It's all the little things that make a day great.
I started on a high note that carried over from last night because I solved the tricky situation of the room mate who turns the heating up to 80 degrees when she feels cold. I thought we had grown out of that phase over the weekend, but she was back in high form last evening. So I confronted her about it, asking what her ideal temperature was, and compromised a bit. I was definitely not planning on playing temperature tag for the rest of the semester...who knows what she'd do with the air conditioning!
Classes went well today. I was validated as an English major when I got an A-/B+ grade on an in-class essay I was sure I had bombed; always a sure picker-upper.
I was excited to actually watch Glee at its official time/place; I don't think I've seen a real time episode since last spring. Being in a foreign country will do that for you. Knowing that the lead singer for the boys a capella group in the show was also the title character in the Youtube sensation A Very Potter Musical and A Very Potter Sequel just makes Glee even better.
I've even enjoyed doing my homework...yeah. That's how intense the good vibes have been today. I'm rereading The Great Gatsby for my Modern American Lit class, and I absolutely love it. I had a moment of mourning yesterday for my 11th grade self who last read the novel four years ago; it's been both enlightening and bizarre to read the notes/see what I highlighted/look at my strange markings that I made in high school. Most of my comments are utterly obvious - e.g. "Daisy isn't happy in her marriage" - but some actually get to the core of the novel's message. (My new favorite thing is to use e.g. and i.e. appropriately in my writing. Almost as much fun as using a semicolon.) I'm having epiphanies left and right as I read, too, as I do with fun kids like Donne and Wilde. I could talk about them all day, though I try not to go on for too long about them in front of my room mates. They're starting to whisper about padded walls and soothing drinks...I know they are...
That said, I have some other cool cats to get to before I go to bed. 17th century love poets, here I come!
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Now tomorrow's going to be awful.
