Wednesday, December 15, 2004
What does DSL even stand for? No matter, it's in my computer now, and it's in there to stay. It's pretty nice to be hooked up to the world again.
So I'm on the home stretch of finals week right now; in the next 48 hours I have to write one paper and take two tests. Today I had a Psychology exam which I aced... it was California and I was John Kerry. Tomorrow's exam in Religion in the United States is going to be more like Pennsylvania, and unfortunately the history final on Thursday is, I fear, going to be more like Wyoming or at the very least Colorado.
I already said that, almost verbatim, to Danny today; but I don't think it's immoral to plagiarize yourself in a web log that nobody is going to read anyway.
So I was just at Village Inn, taking a break from the busywork with some friends, and we were having a discussion about the movie Love Actually, which Megan liked but I rather did not. I argued that it was a stupid story (not even really a story) that depicted a large sample of relationships in an unrealistically idealized way. Now, I'm pretty vehement when it comes to bad movies, and it sort of slipped out that as a pretty much let's face it, ugly person I have cultivated a rather cynical opinion about romance as something that is only relevant to beautiful people. When I said that, though, there was that sound of the needle being ripped off of the record and the discussion just stopped cold.
It was kind of a monstrous thing to say, I guess, considering that everyone else at the table is in a semi-serious relationship of some kind. But it's seriously what I think.
Maybe I'll write more about that sometime. It's been on my mind a lot though lately. But why am I writing all this instead of writing my huge paper?
So I'm on the home stretch of finals week right now; in the next 48 hours I have to write one paper and take two tests. Today I had a Psychology exam which I aced... it was California and I was John Kerry. Tomorrow's exam in Religion in the United States is going to be more like Pennsylvania, and unfortunately the history final on Thursday is, I fear, going to be more like Wyoming or at the very least Colorado.
I already said that, almost verbatim, to Danny today; but I don't think it's immoral to plagiarize yourself in a web log that nobody is going to read anyway.
So I was just at Village Inn, taking a break from the busywork with some friends, and we were having a discussion about the movie Love Actually, which Megan liked but I rather did not. I argued that it was a stupid story (not even really a story) that depicted a large sample of relationships in an unrealistically idealized way. Now, I'm pretty vehement when it comes to bad movies, and it sort of slipped out that as a pretty much let's face it, ugly person I have cultivated a rather cynical opinion about romance as something that is only relevant to beautiful people. When I said that, though, there was that sound of the needle being ripped off of the record and the discussion just stopped cold.
It was kind of a monstrous thing to say, I guess, considering that everyone else at the table is in a semi-serious relationship of some kind. But it's seriously what I think.
Maybe I'll write more about that sometime. It's been on my mind a lot though lately. But why am I writing all this instead of writing my huge paper?
