Current mood:	befuddled
Current music:	the six or seven songs i had to learn last night
Entry tags:	dork: epistemological, dork: literary, music: mine, music: now live!, rec: movie, rl: bright college years, rl: ransom notes

It's been a ridiculous week. (Couple of weeks.) I keep drafting this post and deleting it, because it sounds stupid and itemized, so fuck it, y'all are getting the rough draft. (Isaac-down-the-hall told me quite seriously that I "sure use the f-word a lot", but that's okay because I'm "passionate." That makes two people. I -- I blame fascism.)

I'm taking Arabic (so hooray, all of you! you were v. right), Physics, Calculus for nerds (which seems to be actually more like Number Theory 101), and Human Being & Citizen. I'll scan my Human Being & Citizen notes when I finish the page; I've got this whole elaborate mural going on it because I don't actually take notes in English class. The teacher starts talking about epistemology and I start drawing Moby-Dick saying "sucks you be you!!" I feel like this is not inaccurate.

I still hate Plato. I will always hate Plato, and Socrates. Philosphical inquiry: you're doing it wrong. It's not that I don't like the idea of the rational, reasoned method, although Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance raises some questions in my mind, it's that Socrates and Plato don't use it because they're lying hypocritical jerks. But I would run away with Homer like that. (Also, Odysseus. "How could I call myself the father of Telemachus?" oh my god HE REMEMBERS HIM despite nine years of hell and Telemachus was totally RIGHT to be all "daddy still loves me" because Daddy is HURTING IN HIS SOUL, god I love the Iliad.)

I got called back to all the a cappella groups (!!) and then accepted into four out of the five (!!!!!) including the two I really wanted (!!!!!!!!!!) I've just accepted the Ransom Notes, but I am going to miss Men in Drag. Because. Because they were so sweet. And adorable. But the Ransom Notes are ... um ... better. Oh god, have I sold out? Am I a soulless bastard who turns down friendship for musical ability? Am I in a teen movie? Do I really care? Well ... no.

I haven't yet developed a life. This may happen eventually, but today is not that day. Instead I bump into people in between sessions of class, vocal practice, writing cracked-out violent musicals, doing my homework, and calling pushingmetaphor to bitch about classes. I did go and see Metric this week, which was awesome, and very fun. Emily Haines uses the word "enigmatic" in concert spiel, so I can still love her even though she is a soprano. Our house also showed Hot Fuzz night before last, which has crawled up on to my top five movie list and settled in. I would say I ship Danny and Nick? But that is sort of like shipping Inigo and Fezzik -- somewhere between "too obvious for words" and "brain-breaking". It's canon, though. I'm not kidding, it is. Go see it.

Okay. I think that covers most of the details. I'm going to go do more homework now.