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missed the train to Mars
Nov. 21st, 2006 08:53 pmEnglish final today, which I had been dreading like a dreading thing dreads things. I don't do too well, writing-wise, when I'm given a subject to write on. I work far better when I'm allowed to develop my own topics. That being said, the topic I was given was on the masks that people wear in their lives and if I think this practice is useful and/or helpful.
Interesting.
Give a goth girl an hour and a half to write on the subject of herself, will you? hah! There's nothing I like to discuss more. I wrote, at length, on the subject of my wearing different masks for different aspects of my life and how all of this has effected me. More than double the required minimum of five paragraphs. I even quoted ex-boyfriends, you'd be happy to note.
Last week, I had received back the two essays I'd written and fretted over. No need to fret, apparently. I got A's on both of them, as well as a note from the professor that the "My mother was a whore and turned me into a whore" (mine and Joanna's pet name for the essay) essay was beautiful, well-written, and recommended that I enter it into the English Department writing contest. I haven't come to a decision on that yet. I feel weird submitting such an emotionally naked piece into a contest. I don't know.
I shall have an apartment full of people on Thursday for dinner. Wemble and her husband are coming for the holiday, the Engineer (probably, he hasn't decided yet), The Amazing Larry, my father, and Middle Brother. Later on, Miss Robin and Saint Rick will be joining us for PIE OF A NEFARIOUS NATURE AND MAYBE EVEN ROCK AND ROLL, booze, and falling asleep on the floor.
My menu for the evening?
I thought you'd never ask.
* roast turkey
* apple and onion stuffing muffins
* creamed onions with sage
* mashed potatoes with spinach, artichoke, and creme fraiche
* green beans with royal trumpet mushrooms
* whole cranberry sauce with orange juice
* cathead biscuits
* pumpkin pie
* chocolate pie
I don't have enough chairs or plates to accomodate everyone, but I reckon we'll make do. Everything I'm making will be fresh, nothing from a box or mix, and all of it (with the exception of a few things I couldn't get) is organic. Hooray for principles! And quickly dwindling bank accounts!
Want to come over for pie and booze later? Don't have anywhere to go for dinner? Give me a call. One of my true callings in life, other than to play with cadavers, is to feed people. We'll be more than happy to have you.
P.S.
I've made the executive decision that when I get the stipend check from my student loan, I'm going to get a new tattoo. Probably the magpie in my icon, on my left outer thigh. Big.
/cheer!
Interesting.
Give a goth girl an hour and a half to write on the subject of herself, will you? hah! There's nothing I like to discuss more. I wrote, at length, on the subject of my wearing different masks for different aspects of my life and how all of this has effected me. More than double the required minimum of five paragraphs. I even quoted ex-boyfriends, you'd be happy to note.
Last week, I had received back the two essays I'd written and fretted over. No need to fret, apparently. I got A's on both of them, as well as a note from the professor that the "My mother was a whore and turned me into a whore" (mine and Joanna's pet name for the essay) essay was beautiful, well-written, and recommended that I enter it into the English Department writing contest. I haven't come to a decision on that yet. I feel weird submitting such an emotionally naked piece into a contest. I don't know.
I shall have an apartment full of people on Thursday for dinner. Wemble and her husband are coming for the holiday, the Engineer (probably, he hasn't decided yet), The Amazing Larry, my father, and Middle Brother. Later on, Miss Robin and Saint Rick will be joining us for PIE OF A NEFARIOUS NATURE AND MAYBE EVEN ROCK AND ROLL, booze, and falling asleep on the floor.
My menu for the evening?
I thought you'd never ask.
* roast turkey
* apple and onion stuffing muffins
* creamed onions with sage
* mashed potatoes with spinach, artichoke, and creme fraiche
* green beans with royal trumpet mushrooms
* whole cranberry sauce with orange juice
* cathead biscuits
* pumpkin pie
* chocolate pie
I don't have enough chairs or plates to accomodate everyone, but I reckon we'll make do. Everything I'm making will be fresh, nothing from a box or mix, and all of it (with the exception of a few things I couldn't get) is organic. Hooray for principles! And quickly dwindling bank accounts!
Want to come over for pie and booze later? Don't have anywhere to go for dinner? Give me a call. One of my true callings in life, other than to play with cadavers, is to feed people. We'll be more than happy to have you.
P.S.
I've made the executive decision that when I get the stipend check from my student loan, I'm going to get a new tattoo. Probably the magpie in my icon, on my left outer thigh. Big.
/cheer!
