And I'm procrastinating yet again...
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3pipeproblemI think I can only really write in the mornings. Because no matter how much I don't want it to be true, I am such a morning person. Therefore, I will be writing my (one page single-spaced, thank God) essay for Irish Lit tomorrow morning and turning it in at one o'clock. Hopefully this will work out. At least I'll have lots of caffeine nearby, because I'll be writing it during my work-study.
Stop looking at me like that. Dr. Johnson would scribble out essays when the page came to collect them.
In other news, I saw Welcome to Collinwood today (and yesterday). Wannabe Coen brothers movies are so pathetic. But it did have Sam Rockwell, which was the reason I rented it in the first place. Watching him box was great. He just danced around for awhile and then got decked. Needless to say, he's quite fun to watch. And for some reason, the costume designers always seem to have a field day with him. He pulls off the most bizarre outfits.
In Irish Lit, we're reading this book called The Star Factory. It's really strange, because it's written by a poet. So it's all stream of consciousness-y and...odd. The guy is basically going around Belfast and remarking on each place, mapping out his own personal experience of the city. My favorite chapter was the one that began by talking about the movie theater and turned into a big discussion of Captain Nemo. I am dead serious. I was highly amused. I mean, the book is about Ireland. Why in God's name was he talking about Nemo? But then, the book's full of weird shit like that. There's a couple pages just on matches, and I discovered some interesting MM-related quotes.
"There is something intoxicating about a matchbox, as you shake it to hear its maraca complement of fifty, which, when you slide open its drawer, appears like a phalanx of stilled sentinels. Amateur craftsmen used to assemble complicated cabinets or sewing-repertoires from empty matchboxes. Magic tricks were performed with them."
The magic trick idea intrigues me.
Oh, and my British flag came in the mail today. I taped it over my window so the sunlight comes in and it kinda glows. It's pretty damn cool.
Stop looking at me like that. Dr. Johnson would scribble out essays when the page came to collect them.
In other news, I saw Welcome to Collinwood today (and yesterday). Wannabe Coen brothers movies are so pathetic. But it did have Sam Rockwell, which was the reason I rented it in the first place. Watching him box was great. He just danced around for awhile and then got decked. Needless to say, he's quite fun to watch. And for some reason, the costume designers always seem to have a field day with him. He pulls off the most bizarre outfits.
In Irish Lit, we're reading this book called The Star Factory. It's really strange, because it's written by a poet. So it's all stream of consciousness-y and...odd. The guy is basically going around Belfast and remarking on each place, mapping out his own personal experience of the city. My favorite chapter was the one that began by talking about the movie theater and turned into a big discussion of Captain Nemo. I am dead serious. I was highly amused. I mean, the book is about Ireland. Why in God's name was he talking about Nemo? But then, the book's full of weird shit like that. There's a couple pages just on matches, and I discovered some interesting MM-related quotes.
"There is something intoxicating about a matchbox, as you shake it to hear its maraca complement of fifty, which, when you slide open its drawer, appears like a phalanx of stilled sentinels. Amateur craftsmen used to assemble complicated cabinets or sewing-repertoires from empty matchboxes. Magic tricks were performed with them."
The magic trick idea intrigues me.
Oh, and my British flag came in the mail today. I taped it over my window so the sunlight comes in and it kinda glows. It's pretty damn cool.
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Date: 2003-09-27 02:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-27 10:50 am (UTC)It's *such* a cool idea, though.