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| Today, we had our first real day of class. There were presentations and discussions and we almost ventured into feminism...but not quite. Thank the Lord. I think that semester of Monsters kind of burned me out on feminism for a while. But not for always.
I went to a pub last night and drank cider with a bunch of people. The official rule in Oxford is "no drinking', but it was funny to see how everyone who had been there before (+ Grant) immediately ignored that. We walked around Port Meadow, and Lara lost her shoes. I'm still in shock that those famous pieces of footwear are gone forever and ever. It happened so suddenly.
Now I have to read Tender Buttons by Gertrude Stein. I still don't know what to think of her. My brother told me this story about her being at a party with James Joyce, and talking to him and commenting on how amazing it was to be on the forefront of this new era of literature, and to be so famous for it. Joyce turned and said, "I'm sorry, who are you?"
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| I am in England right now. I have eaten biscuits, drunk tea, hung out in the common room, walked around University Parks and City Centre, gone to Blackwell's, and I'm about to eat Indian food. Might as well go home now.
Really, this feels very surreal. On the one hand, everything is familiar and I feel like I'm home. The Morgans are wonderful and I'm roomies with Lara, which is amazing. All of the people here seem really nice and I think it will be fun. However...
I was walking around University Parks, and all I wanted to do was come back to House 9, lay on the couch, have Caryn play with my hair and hear some of my favourite boys imitate the pipes. There is just this little sad twinge to my happiness, but I think it will fade soon.
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| I hate tests and finals and papers. I hate when grades aren't
exactly what you think they will be. I love the following quote
from one of my favourite people: "I don't like knowing my grade until
my dad tells me in an angry voice". I just laughed about it
again, as I wrote it.
Today, I was thinking about my bakery I plan on opening. Overall
goal: become exactly like Maggie Gyllenhaal in Stranger than Fiction,
minus a tattoo. Do-able? I don't know. Her nose is
awfully cute and un-Jewish and I don't think I could ever throw bread
at someone that hot-ly.
I saw The Fountain yesterday and it immediately went on my favourite
movies list. It was so beautiful and wonderful and I cried but at
the same time, was just so happy for everyone. I've been thinking
about it practically non-stop ever since. I know that I couldn't
help crying, but was that really the response the director
intended? Part of me thinks it was just supposed to be the
happiest thing we've ever seen because there was true peace.
Anyway, I won't say anymore, just in case someone who hasn't seen the
movie is reading.
Good night, moon.
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| Okay, okay, I'm going to try using this whatsit, and we'll see how it
goes. I tried myspace (well, technically, I still have it, I
guess) but that lost a lot of its appeal very quickly. Anyway, it
only seems fair to xanga and to Kristin that I give this an equal shot.
I would just like to point out that my very first sentence makes me
look like a 75-year-old woman who is referring to the internet as a
whole. I'm going to try to avoid the term "whatsit" from now on.
Tonight, at work, I realized that there are a whole lot of people that
I love a whole lot. Most of them live together in groups.
For example, I love everyone who lives (officially or otherwise) at
1934 Cedar Crest, and yes, this includes myself. I love everyone
who lives at the Academy. I love everyone who lives in my
apartment (unofficially called the House of Flying Daggers) and again,
this includes myself. I love myself x2. Life is so
wonderful when it is filled with people like that.
This line of thought also made me consider all the people that I wish I
could say that I just LOVE, but I take that term very seriously, so I
won't say it unless I really mean it. Anyway, there are lots of
people that I wish I could know better, but unfortunately, I get really
shy and cease to have a personality sometimes. I start just
saying really obvious things (ex: "look, it's raining") or just
laughing at what everyone else says without ever making a worthwhile
contribution. If you have seen me in that state, I apologise, and
I hope at some point, you will see me with my personality intact.
Catch me with Susan Spivey, one of my favourite people - she somehow
empowers me to be less shy.
Anyway, today was pretty, "Noel" was a terrible movie, and I need to go to bed immediately.
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