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09 April 2008 @ 03:52 pm
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I'm starting to run out of "Whee!!" and spiral down towards "NOT ENOUGH SLEEP" right about now, but before I do, I shall list all the utterly inconsequential details of my day.

Because I can.

The professor of my first English class (there being two) is out this week.  Monday we got a lecture from one of the GSIs, which was rushed and seemed a little nervous, and which relied on a lot of vaguely-applicable psychoanalysis.  She finished twenty minutes early, and instead of letting us go, asked for questions, and instead of fleeing, people actually ASKED.  What kind of college students ARE these people?!

Anyway, a different GSI (again not my GSI, Jasper) was supposed to talk today, and I was all ready to tune him out and work on my Script Frenzy the whole time, but he actually gave a pretty good lecture.  Though much of it was rather incidental.  Nonetheless, he asked some interesting questions about the book (Beloved, by Toni Morrison, which I liked okay when I read it last year, and which I have liked progressively less with each time analyzing it).  But that's not all.  Oh, no.  No, the REAL joy was in the utterly ridiculously huge amount of references he managed to tie together.  The man started out with Barack Obama quoting Faulkner ("The past is never dead.  It's not even past."), then talked about Obama reading Philip Roth, and then segued into the phrase "Exit Ghost," which meant that he ended up talking about Hamlet (cue fangirling from Tierfal).  He also mentioned "The Matrix," which is my all time fave movie, for the quote "Welcome to the desert of the real," and then went on to pay homage to Metamorphosis by Kafka, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Coleridge (which we recently read in my other English class), Poe in general, The Scarlet Letter by Hawthorne (the reading of which was like drinking words), and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Stoppard, which is in my top five favorite plays of all time (Hamlet, The Tempest, and The Lion in Winter being the others that come to mind).

I seriously just geeked myself half to death; it was awesome.

Then we started setting up the Trojan War in my Greek myths class, then did some Keats in my other English class (I like Keats, and I like being able to, y'know, know who he actually was, instead of just being like, "Oh, that one poet guy"), and then we talked about angels in my Ancient Monsters seminar.  Which should probably be called an Ancient Supernatural Beings seminar, but that wouldn't have quite the same ring to it.  The professor does a lot of sometimes-tangential word derivations, and it tickles the innate Tierfal geekiness a bit more still, so I stayed after to ask him out of pure curiosity how many of these languages he's fluent in.  Greek and Latin both, unsurprisingly, since he's in the Classics department, and he said he only got through about a third of the Hebrew book, and that he had to learn both French and German to read most of Ye Olde Criticismes of the Classical stuff.

As fascinating as it can be, remind me not to go into Classics.  My brain can't encompass that much.  No, sir.

I have a good deal of homework that ought to get done.  Very likely most of it will not meet such a fate just yet.

I'm also extremely, extremely, extremely excited for Friday.  Not *only* am I going home, I'll be posting the climax of Enigmaticness Abounds, and I'm dying of anticipation.  It is explosive.  I have never had a climax quite so fraught with double-takes.  I realized today, posting the eighteenth chapter (FF.net still hasn't sent me the stupid notification as of yet, so it may be pouting about that again, the rotten thing), that the aforementioned climax will be the nineteenth chapter of the nineteenth fanfiction I ever began.  Nineteen is eltea's lucky number.  It was DESTINED to rock off socks the world over.

Now that I've hyped it so much, it'll turn out to be disappointing. XD  Well, I hope it won't...

I will not frolic off to type up the vunderbar Script Frenzy bits and pieces I wrote during -- er -- while waiting for  only, and not disregarding anybody trying to teach me things various classes today.

Feeling: contentcontent
On the Radio: some very vociferous birds
Ellie: shiny Rob/Edwardcaptjackspeanut on April 9th, 2008 11:19 pm (UTC)
OMG, the moment you mentioned Kafka, I squealed! I read Die Verwandlung...which is Metamorphosis, but I read it in German and it is so much better in German.

Sadly, for my PhD in History, I would need to know like 6 languages, but I am up to the challenge...I love me some languages.

I saw that you had updated my favorite fic, so hopefully I will have time to read it soon.
Vitamin Ctierfal on April 10th, 2008 05:59 am (UTC)
Heh, I read it in English, but... I did read it!

The best was last year when eltea and I were glancing at the newspaper adviser/our tenth English teacher's bookshelf, and we saw it, and she was like, "I don't know that I liked 'Metamorphosis' all that much... It kind of bugged me."

And we were like LOL!!!!

Er, yes, that was a pointless story. ^_^;;

I have enough problems keeping up with two languages, and by "keeping up," I mean "maybe taking French again next semester," but I would love to learn Swedish someday. XD Best of luck to you becoming a master of all things language-y!! :D