Classy Musings

I woke up this morning from a dream. I was at my house during Christmas, and my mom was giving my friend Whitney a glass of wine. No idea why I had that dream. I woke up from my roommate's alarm, which is set at the same time as mine, but for some reason it goes off two minutes early.

I had to scramble to my Intro to Film class whilst looking at the notes I took for "Pulp Fiction" (which is really a gem, and I'm deeply surprised it took me this long to actually see it). We had a quiz over the movie and "mis-en-scene," which I have mixed feelings about because the amount of time the prof. allots to us is very short. When I'm put under time constraints like that, my mind tends to slow down tenfold, and my writing is pockmarked with scribbles and scratches. Ugh.

I turned in my Ways of Knowing essay with some slight reservation, because I hope my prof. doesn't notice I stretched the margins a bit (I had to, otherwise my conclusion would have been piddly). We discussed Plato's Allegory of the Cave, which I know quite a bit on (thank you Humanities class). I added some thoughts, but I became very fatigued halfway during the class that I probably looked half-stoned.

Media Arts was cut somewhat short, since my prof. just wanted to lecture and show a few short scenes from "The Jazz Singer." We received our homework assignment back, which shocked me with a "B." A "B's" not a bad grade--it's just that I saw quite a few "A+" papers lingering on the table, so it made me feel somewhat diminished. We had to write a canonical for a paper. The directions were very brief, so I didn't know how much to include. The comment on my paper was that I needed less plot, and that I only had to write up to the inciting incident. Thaaaanks.

The majority of this afternoon has been committed to homework. Some of the poems I read from Brit Lit were intriguing--we're moving into the Victorian Age. I really liked Tennyson's "Mariana" and "The Lady of Shalott." Very Arthurian in a way.

The Girl Talk concert is on tonight, and I'm pretty excited to get some cardio/dancing down. Granted, I don't really like rap/hip-hop music, but the interesting fusion with rock/pop songs almost excuses it. My ex, Padraig, has already begun giving me a bad time about going to see them (now the reason why I broke up with him becomes very clear...). But he has a universal disliking for just about everything, and his music preference is very limited to metal/Icelandic/gothic music. And I'm always try to stay open-minded about things. Nevertheless, the concert will more than likely go a little past midnight. Which is fine, because my only class on Friday begins at 1!

I hope to have more intriguing things to discuss in later entries, especially with the Academy Awards coming up! And now, as I wait for my handsome knight, Zack, to come by for dinner, I'll leave with a verse from "The Lady of Shalott":

And down the river's dim expanse
LIke some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance--
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The borad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.