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i am so sick of updating degree audits right now. i hope nancy finishes with the advising schedule soon so i can go hang up posters instead--it's nice weather, i'd rather be walking around campus hanging posters.

(the posters will be advertising the fact that our office 1. advises freshmen and undecided students, 2. is now advising students for the summer and fall terms, and 3. is now advising students by appointment only--no walk ins anymore. and i can't hang up the posters until the schedule is done so people can make appointments. and i made the posters like last week!)

so anyway, i'm submitting my amazing sylvia plath essay to the university's graduate student essay contest. the essay is a year old, but whateva, it's good stuff.

i love buffy and i wish rhett had a dvd player at the beach. oh well. we'll play lots of scrabble and yahtzee, and jorn and i will introduce everyone to the wonders of Give Me the Brain! i can't wait for this weekend.

heading out--should work on poems today. sigh.

poem stuff

so i just wrote for, like, two hours. in my notebook. sometimes i'll work on revisions for hours at a time, but sitting at my computer; i hardly ever write for that long when i'm drafting. it was good. i wasn't thinking at first that i'd produce anything decent, but then i started thinking about saint augustine again. i had only written maybe two poems in monica's voice, but i remembered tonight that she was known for having prophetic dreams, reassuring her that augustine would be converted and etc even when it looked like he'd be a manichean a-hole forever. so i started writing her dreams. i think i wrote like four--starting with ones augustine described in the confessions (ie, "but my mother knew it would be so, Lord, because she had seen it in a dream you sent to comfort her..."), but getting into the details of it, and i also wrote a few that she supposedly didn't tell him about. i have really good feelings about these, but i don't know if they'll be any good--it's hard enough to write dreams when they're your own dreams, but making up dreams that your fictional character had is kind of odd. i mean, the dreams i made up for her might be totally conventional, or they might be obviously trying too hard, or might just be really lame. whatever; i'll leave them alone for a while and come back to them sometime next week maybe and see what they're up to.

but i'm a little worried because stuart's main ish with the poems we talked about yesterday was that they're not "wild" enough. i guess they have too much in the way of mundane detail and not enough poetic craziness. (these are poems about hiccups and the flu and eyebrows, btw, very everyday mundane things). i can see his point--i have plenty of details, but i'm not doing too much with metaphor and whatnot. but still, i felt kind of like he was saying my poems were boring. and i know they're not, at least not the eyebrows one (which stuart did really like too; he said the ending was worth the whole poem). and i think the hiccup one is pretty good too. maybe i just get grumpy when i have work to do. sighzorz.

and i would just like to say that a) because my home computer is really slow and b) because i don't have access to a fast computer anywhere other than at work where other people can hear, i have not yet seen the trogdor strongbad email. and i really, really want to. grr.