Eep! So much reading! The Joyce is excellent, of course, but now I have to do the Spanish reading, and, uhm, it's in Spanish. I had my first verse writing class today. I think it'll be pretty damn cool, except there's a couple of girls with too much ego who are going to bother the hell out of me every day. They debated for like freaking 20 minutes over the meaning of the words "pure violence" at the end of Robert Francis's "Icicles." Then people started reading their own lives into the damn poem when it's ENTITLED "Icicles." NOT "My Insecurities as a Writer," nor "Projections of my Fears on Mortality." I remembered the advice of my beloved English Lit. teacher junior year in high school: "When you're reading a poem, pay attention to the title. Donne's "The Flea" is about a flea! It's not some huge metaphor for pregnancy!" Argh. They didn't even know what they were arguing about. Prof. Harold made me rather cynical last semester towards these sorts of discussions of lit. Who fights over whether the words "pure violence" imply a malicious intent or not, sometimes using a reader response theory, sometimes an intentionality of the author viewpoint? Sorry, private rant.

More news from Kathleen & Laura today, yay them!

Yoga was relaxing, a little too relaxing. I always start drifting off towards sleep when we lie down.

While picking up my wall tapestry thingy in the Rockies an SA there, Katie, gave me a half gallon of ice cream to distribute back here... I just left it with some firsties in the dining hall. Someone spelled out "MILK" with the dining hall chairs in protest of Milk & Cookies not including milk anymore. Dale just left for Michelle's room, but I'm in pjs so I can't go. Ahh... maybe this Sat. I'll get to take another break from this reading.