Ronbun

I love my advisor. He's always incredibly accessible and more than willing to go out of his way to be helpful. Needless to say, I take as many of his classes as I can. He just gave back our proposal for our final papers, and I love him a little more now.

So, this isn't the usual 10-15 page final paper. 25-30 or more. Yeah, that's a lot of pages. But, this class is also supposed to help you get ready to write a thesis and things. His comments were great. He gave me some ideas for different ways to approach my topic. To look at it chronologically and all kinds of stuff. Plus, he supplemented my bibliography with some of his own books he offered to lend me. And he told me that we'd look into Japanese sources, because I don't think I could read them easily on my own.

And, of course, he ends it by saying, try x, x, and y and then we'll see where to go.

I would marry him if he weren't already married.

It does, however, really make me think writing a thesis next year might not be a bad idea. I'm definately writing one for Literary Arts, but that actually just means you write a book, so the East Asian Studies one would be like a serious research paper. And if I do both, I'd graduate 'With Honors' in both of my majors. From Brown.

That might be worth the effort...

Rockin'

I just met one of the kids who will live upstairs next year and hung out with him and the other guy who will live with us.

Awesome. They're both funny and dorky and really interesting. Plus, Eli, the one who will be upstairs, is also a Lit Arts major!! Although he does more poetry then anything else.

I'm excited. Plus, after this paper/seminar tomorrow, I'm more or less done for the week!!!!!

Tobe

I'm exhausted. It's about 6 am, and I'm just now starting a paper. Yeah, I know, I have a paper due the f-ing monday after spring break. Apparantly if we turn it in early (though what that means is up in the air), then we can have all of next week to edit it and resubmit it. Yay? What? Now am I supposed to be all like, you're the coolest professor ever you huge douche lick suck bag? Just make the fucking paper due on friday then jerkass.

And, it's on the Scarlet Letter and Poe. Ms. Allen flashback anyone? Or Frankenstein, which I'm going to write about, but we have to compare the two we choose. So, if anyone would like to explain how the guilt felt by Dr. Frankenstein (he made a monster who slowly kills all of his family) is the same as that felt by that detective guy from the Murders in the Rue Morgue? Seriously?? He didn't even do anything. It was a goddamn monkey. Orangutan. Is that how you spell that?

Also, why don't I have an awesome Jew fro? Curly hair would be fun. At least it would be interesting. But no, I get none of the good Jew genes, save biting cynicism and mild lactose intolerance.

I think all of my posts should be really late at night or when I'm mildly sick (as in all of spring break). Because they're just quirky and weird.

Also, no good skate shops anywhere near Manhattan. Trust me kids, I'm trying. I know, can you imagine? Me, on a skate board. Rocking. If only I had cool Jew fro going on too. Lame.

Age Appropriate

Is 21 too old to learn new things? I mean, not like 'Hey, I should learn to retile the kitchen' but like, I dunno. Are there still a lot of options?

I've always thought I would enjoy skateboarding. I know, right? And trust me, I really don't mean like the jumps and all that bull. Just like, going down the street. I dunno, I'd try it. There's a lot of things I wish I could try. Maybe we should all endeavor to do something a little new at some point. I just wish I knew where to begin. You know?
It's hard to change. It's difficult to alter these fundamental things. I wish I was more outgoing, more brave.

Then again, 21 is still young.

Maybe there's hope for us all.

Fuzzy Fuse

So, I've been reading all day (After watching Power Rangers of course) and I still feel like I've accomplished nothing.

Now I think I'm off to the shower then possibly food to return and do some laundry and more reading in this book that is SO weird and roundabout and hard to understand. Best writer in Romania my ass!!

P.S. Fuze are like the weirdest drinks ever. They're supposed to be all juice and stuff, but they're mostly clear and have the texture/consistency of water... This one, blueberry raspberry, is WAY too sweet/sour. It's like way too much flavor. Or something. Plus, seriously, Fuze? Is it like Fuse? Or Fuzzy? Either way.... creepy name!

Art

I just spent a large number of hours, about 5-6, talking with a boy about Japan and watching him paint. It was nice. We didn't even do the number exchange or facebook or anything, so who knows if I'll ever even talk to him again! But either way, it was nice. Except I got NONE of my work done!

So, tomorrow I have to wake up early and try and finish skimming a book and getting ready for class. Whoops!

You know what. I fucking needed that though.

It's good to know there are sane, decent guys who actually think I'm kind of interesting.

Yokudekimashita

Holy crap.

I just wrote a short story.

Like, a WHOLE short story.

Entirely in Japanese.

Yeah, I had to have a dictionary in my lap to look up all the words I don't know, and yeah, the plot isn't too complex nor is the language but... that's kind of cool.

Maybe I haven't been wasting my life.