Yesterday I turned in a paper entitled “Sodomy’s Penetration of Early Modern England” or something to that effect… It was 10 pages, all written between 7pm and 3:30am, mostly 11-3:00 though. The most important aspect was to be its thesis/historical argument. I spent about a minute writing that. I fear for my grade, but mostly I fear for the fact that the professor grading it is also my boss that I spend time with daily. Well, I will not be seeing her until January, so there is plenty of time to forgive. She saw the hereditary bags under my eyes, she saw the open sores on my face and hands, she knew the truth! Circumstances must matter, grading cannot be objective! THE FIRST LAW OF THERMODYNAMICS IS MANOR HOUSE CAN NEITHER BE CREATED NOR DESTROYED. For instance:
Take also:
I think you shall know what I mean here:
Laws of Thermodynamics:
- Manor House can neither be created nor destroyed
- You could be eating a sandwich
- Do not talk about thermodynamics club
- Do not talk about thermodynamics club
- Do not talk about thermodynamics club
- There is no sixth law of thermodynamics
- We don’t talk about the seventh law of thermodynamics
The rest are a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a conundrum. But please no, “Can cat’s touch you’re ears!” and “Wolves lick you because you’ve got rocks.” I am a bit uncertain on that second one.
These are a few things I have done in my exciting finals week of doom:
+skipped a free trip to london to write a geology paper
+stayed up till 3:30 to write a paper on the decline of britain as a world power and society’s reaction to it
-woke up at 7
+stayed up till 3:30 to write a paper on sodomy (it is disorder; not between god and me!)
-woke up at 8
+made a few bad entries in a sketch book (see, “artist, failure as an”)
+Tom
+saw the Dresden Dolls for a second time
+chilled at the sausage and got some of the coolest christmas presents ever
+booked some trains in Italy as “Mrs. Christopher McCulloch” (and got paid to do it)
The Dresden Dolls were amazing, again. It was in a “theatre” so we had comfortable chairs, which was random, but not as random as the opening band. It was.. chabolic nobilis or something odd. Overtly sexual German dude (Mike) + female symbol of black power and sexuality who was also Welsh (R.). Their music was pre-recorded mostly with vocals and a guitar added for emphasis. The first song began with them walking out, girl singing like a guy and dude hitting a drum loudly to the beat. The lyrics were about fascism. I laughed a lot. I laughed less as they did more songs and it seemed that they were serious… Maybe not. One song that sticks out is “Daddy don’t touch me there.” “Daddy, don’t touch me there. DADDY, don’t touch me there. Daddy! It makes me feel funny. Daddy! It makes me feel funny, in my tummy!” At one point dude got on all fours and banged the mic against his ass. In another song he wrapped the cord around his neck and tried to hang himself. In another he banged it against his head for sound effects. I liked that they traded the guitar back and forth. The german lyric songs were fun too… lotsa “tot” “sterbe/sterbst” and “Madchen”. In one girl was on floor and dude got on top and raped/killed her. It was kinda boring, ha.
I was disappointed that the ‘Dolls (ha) did not play “Bad Habit.” They did cover “warpigs,” a sea shanty of sorts (“there’s a sailor in amsterdam!”). They also covered “hit me baby one more time” which is a surprisingly fitting song for them. It was really really nice to hear the songs again after I have been listening to them so much, especially “Girl Anachronism” which I fell in love with this summer. Uh.. today we ate frozen pizza?
Last Friday I was in Oxford, which was amazing and I shall have to go back. The entire town is the university with some 30 seperate colleges (dormitory areas + library + courtyard + wow). You can also find Alice’s Shop (the Old Sheep Shop) where Alice Liddel purchased candy. In the Natural History museum we saw several shrunken heads (Mike and I thought of R.) and the Oxford Dodo, as well as a faked specimen of a dragon. I saw that dragon online last summer, so it was odd to see it in person. That sorta thing happens all the time in art museums. ahaha. I am loving it.
Hmm. I did quite well on my Shakespeare and Film Studies final, so if I fuck up British Politics and Self Directed Studio Practice I, it is not a huge deal. I will probably pull out of Honors: History of Early Modern England with a B, which I can accept as I did not put enough effort into it. Geology should be an A because he was an imaginary professor. I also no longer have to take science with a lab, which is nice.
“It doesn’t matter if you’re Muslim. It doesn’t matter if you’re Jew. It doesn’t matter if you’re Christian; I HATE ALL OF YOU!” -weirdass opening band
I have a nice stack of paper with confirmation numbers for hostels, planes, and trains. I should let Maren know we’re going to Florence, Venice, and Brescia instead of Spain. I hope she does not mind. I need to figure out what I am doing the night of December 29th, as my sister booked an inconvenient hotel. (Fly in late to London Luton, somehow get to Holiday Inn Heathrow, leave early in morning to get to Gatwick and pick up Maren who I then need to bring to Stansted… London’s airports are not close. eeek).
I have been typing this up for a long while. It has been interrupted by Mikeness and other things. Hmm. I shall miss that Tomface in my travels, as well as others. I am teh pumped to see me mum and sistah, as well as my soul sistah Maren. I am not pumped for excessive amounts of flights, two hour prior check in, and expensive airport to city centre travel. Trains in Italy will be a nice diversion; apart from figuring out which platform, which was a hassle in Germany. I am also slightly nervous for catching the train to start this journey on Sunday. I do not know whyyy. I am now peeling an orange and I have been writing this for three hours, er.. 2 and 13 minutes.
ciao for now!
FINISH THE ASSIGNMENT GRAHAM.