your noble son is mad, 'tis true, 'tis true, 'tis fitting, 'tis fitting, 'tis apt...

Hey, fans of Shakespeare and Laurence Olivier: Hamlet is playing on Turner Classic Movies RIGHT THIS SECOND. I'd forgotten how weird that movie is, and how interesting the staging/framing of shots are. Hours of discussion and explication at your fingertips. Oh, for Methods again, when we spend whole class periods discussing the musical score as a blend of "Ophelia's theme" and Hamlet's weird orchestral stuff. Good times. Not to mention that our first shot of Claudius is superimposed on the MARRIAGE BED. woah.

A day of no class, which is quite excellent as a break between the interactive quality of Monday night and the wholly cerebral discussions of Wednesday's langauge policy. And tomorrow we have a math study group! How high school of us. I want to bring brownies. :o)

I talked to Mom this morning and I've bitten the proverbial bullet, or some other cliche: Next two weeks I'm house-sitting again. It'll be fun, I get a lot of work done at home (and laundry), the commute is a kiler. Especially Mon/Thurs, as class til 9 means I get home at 11:30. But I get to hang with the doggie! And help my parents. Which is excellent.

I'm in the middle of The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman. Really interesting book. I've also just remembered that Cornelia Funke's Inkspell is out! Definitely my next purchase (though I should probably wait until I'm finished with something else I'm reading, otherwise I'll just be in the midst of five books and finish nothing).

Totally random, but two nights ago I had a dream with the cast of Rent (where we singing? I don't remember, but probably) and then the entirity of Firefly. Last night? I met Jon Stewart in my sleep. He hit on my sister. He was really nice. This is what happens when I watch Playing by Heart, I fall in love with Jon Stewart. Again.

Off to dunk my head in some water, because my hair is doing a sort of "mad scientist" look and needs some help. Cheers!

cheer up, emo kid

On my way to school today, I catalogued what I'm wearing:

t-shirt from a Rufus Wainwright concert from 2002 (oh, the angst)
black hoodie
jeans
pink pumas with gold stripes (how retro)
and the kicker? care bear socks with grumpy bear and "bad day" written on them. ('cause the '80s cartoons are totally IN again)

Clearly, I must go sit in the rain and write bad poetry now, kthnxbye. Although posting here sort of counts *smirk* I amuse myself. Which, all things considered, is probably a good thing.

Tonight I get to have a study group! About MATH! It's like high school! My god, have I become 14 again? What the hell...

Hopefully everyone else is having a much more mature day :oD Cheers!