Spent most of class gaping stupidly. Small seminar class (eight people), so this is bad. However, the one guy in our class actually baked us a cake from a recipe that's been in his family four generations. Homemade icing, too. No, he's straight. Yes, he has a girlfriend (better luck next time, ladies). Was all right otherwise, except for reminders of
Think I may have decided what to write term paper on--has to be about "aesthetics" and "sentimentality"-and/or-"sympathy" and a modern example thereof. Figure I'll kill two birds with one stone and put my many, many Titanic viewings to use. (Hey, if C. can do Sex and the City, I can do Titanic.) Will be about the dueling themes of rebellion and community in the movie, I think. Fnarrr.
Homework for the week after that: watch The King and I. Then we're going to workshop drafts at an Indian restaurant. God bless grad school.
Must go fight with Sister Girl for possession of thermostat. Sixty-five degrees outside and she has the frickin' heat on. Plus parents have the fireplace on--yes, "on"; gas logs--downstairs, and the heat always rises and stuffs up my room. Not hers; just mine. Cannot art under these conditions. Philistines, all of them. *shakes fist weakly, bursts out coughing*