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I have been going through my things like a madwoman this weekend, largely because my closet is so much smaller than I remember it being. So too my drawers have things in them that I don't remember putting there, and my desk remains covered in manuals for computer games I no longer own (among other things). I also came across several notebooks and folder from college. In one of them was this piece of paper from my Spring 2008 satire class, taught by Professor Goldgar. (I am sure it will shock you to hear that with my stunning lack of wit or ability to understand its intricacies, I didn't do well in this class.)

The sheet contains instructions of things not to do when writing papers for the class, written as only Professor Goldgar could have. Despite my lack of success with satire - I'll sit around enjoying it, thanks, but writing it will have to be left to others - and despite the nature of the instructions, I found myself smiling as I read it. I can't really remember his voice, but I remember him, and I remember the class, and I remember better times that I would sometimes kill to be able to return to.

So because I don't need the paper but don't want to lose the content, I'm transcribing it.

Professor Goldgar was a small, ancient, crotchety man who really liked the word 'barbaric'. )
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I've been trying to write a post of this sort for a few weeks now, but I keep putting off the actual writing since most of it gets written in my head in the hour before I actually fall asleep and then forgotten about by the next morning.

This is where it gets boring. )

In sum: Mine is not exactly a thoughtful journal. Never has been, even though I often wish it was. I tend to write without considering the people who are reading - in part because I assume that nobody is reading. Last year was worse than usual. I was unhappy for most of it, through grief, through dealing with a certain company that shall not be named, and because I felt alone.

I don't want to do that any more. I want to be happy again. I want to be social again, and to make up for a year of what had to be the most annoying posts ever. I don't know how I'm going to do it or what I'm going to write about instead. Maybe I'll just get into more fandoms and inundate the journal with them. Maybe I just won't be posting as much. Maybe I'll end all my posts with a line of hearts and happy emojis.

I am going to start commenting on entries again, if nothing else. If the thought of that is scary - this is your warning.

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Valentine's Day Haikus - Jewish style


O Valentine's Day
To honor and love you true
... You want a wha~at?

Your eyes like the stars
Your hair soft as silken rain
Right, what's for dinner?

Be my Valentine?
As surely as you love me
You'll avoid crosswalks.


Also in today's lesson, a poem!

The Reasons Why I Love You OR Reasons Why You Should Love Your Significant Other
1. Sex
2. Good body
3. Sex
4. Sexy voice
5. Sex
6. Money
7. Sex
8. Nice hair
9. Sex
10. And really good sex

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