back straight

thursday:

first class: i cannot help but focus on the negative influence of the assumption of aptness of the implied reader in theological works. theological works need to have a disclaimer, or be so damned specific that no idiot can infer whatever suits him. which basically cancels out the use of the written word.

so if you have this wonderful vision of the universe, god speaks to you, or whatever - don't write that shit down. spread the word by reasoned debate instead.

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did i just invalidate everything i've ever written and said? i hope not :P

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i met with the italian, who totally surprised me in a supremely positive way. within ten minutes he'd explained to me what source material to go for and how to approach my topic; he also reminded me of something that i'd told him and then completely forgotten. as he said when i laughed: "i'm afflicted with this great memory!"

the second class would've have been absolutely perfect if not for the blonde girl sitting behind me and chatting to her friends. the constant murmur was annoying, and i kept turning my head meaningfully (or so i thought). eventually the murmur rose to discernible words, and i couldn't take it any more. "please? you're disturbing me."

silence. two... three...

loud voice: "AM I DISTURBING YOU NOW?"

i was shocked. i was angry. i stared at her, then turned back shaking my head and louding asking WTF. i was so upset that even though she more or less kept it down for the rest of the lesson, i couldn't exit battle mode and i was even more distracted than before. female ars poetica?! DAMN YOU!!!

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lunch was a jovial attempt at a first meeting of the undead poets' society. i got all sorts of interesting feedback (including a suggestion to rename plus because it's not obvious enough), and we settled on the first and second assignments for our next meetings.

i hit the library afterwards to pick up material for my seminar. walking up and down aisles, looking up at book numbers instead of down for sneaky trip-wiry laptop cables...

i spent a good half an hour studying chronotopes and 19th century art criticism, learning all sorts of interesting things. i decided to complete the session in our own labs, and ran into the head of the master's programme. apparently, a question i'd asked her in the morning had provided her with food for thought, and that makes me proud :D

i finally began on my seminar! and arranged (albeit, second-hand) the mad hatter's tea party (and nonsense-poetry reading) as the english department's purim celebration. and then it was time for the first anime night of the semester.

we got a bad room. whoever was in charge of the assignments kinda missed the part where we need a computer, but fortunately for us the caretaker is friends with botchman, and he sorted us out with our old room ^_^

we began with bio booster armor guyver, and when botchman arrived he introduced to the souleater concept before putting up black rock shooter. i loved the dark stuff, was strangely comfortable with what should have been boring schoolgirl issues, and was blown away by the ending. i'm not sure if in a good way, but it was enough to tease us into wanting to see more :)

mmf interrupted the evening with a call concerning my employment and financial situation. he sounded surprised that i've been having trouble finding a job, even though i've spoken to him a number of times since i was released. sheesh.

a rough night. my sense of humour failed right at the point where pg started joking about what a bad boyfriend i am, as that combined with the stress of not having money for rent / food this month plunged me into a deep and dark depression that sucked out all the joy from what was otherwise a good day. i dreamed strange, unhappy dreams.

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friday:

mmf impressed me no end when i sent him the manifesto and discovered that he'd already read it. all of it, apparently, and was interested. we'll see if that influences our meeting this week.

i sorted out a few things online, hit the post office to send something concerning my military reserve status, then went to the pharmacy because pg wasn't ready yet.
"do you have any glycerine?"
"why do you want it?"
"'cause i'm bored*."
"okay, here you go."

* the actual words were that i needed it to make a toy. more or less the same thing, i should think :P

we had a great lunch at pg's brother's place, and i left early to hit the wall with the guys. i did really well, and was totally satisfied with myself and glad for the opportunity to catch up, as we barely see each other since scrapper left for the desert. at 4.30pm i scrambled to put on my blades and meet pg and the rest of the rollerblading group for a solid spin around the city - we worked hard, and were amused that it was the same route with the same tour guide explanations from the day we first spoke to each other about a year ago :)

i lost time online, showered, prepped my netbook and promptly forgot to take it with to pg's for dinner. she made an absolutely *delicious* cottage pie, although the meat wasn't solid enough. it didn't make it easier to stop eating, though - even though we did some serious damage, we still had enough for leftover lunch ^_^

we hopped over to her brother's for drinks, brownies and disney's alice in wonderland. it was a great evening.

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today:

i slept like a log, and we slept late. the morning began with a hysterical misunderstanding caused by the israeli accent making it difficult to distinguish between "us" and "arse" - i don't even remember what we were talking about now - and a chilled breakfast before i came home to study.

studying is the only thing i haven't done today :S
now i gotta get to it.