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Mar. 8th, 2007 11:35 amFor the title to have maximum impact, you really have to shout it in a Mel Gibson kinda way. Totally implausible when the man's just had his innards ripped out, but then historical accuracy is hardly Braveheart's main concern... Stirling BRIDGE, man. The Battle of Stirling BRIDGE.
Anyway, I've been AWOL the past few days, mainly because of The Essay From Hell. It was a bit of a slog, mainly because I knew I wanted to write about sight in Whitman, and I had points to make, but I didn't have an argument as such. And it was due in at 10.45 in the morning. And I hadn't finished Portrait Of A Lady. Thankfully, at around 3.30 in the morning (yes, another all-nighter) I hit upon The Insanely Creepy Eyeball Metaphor Of Doom, so I got finished. It was actually the longest thing I've ever written, which is really quite pitiful. But me and my gay boyfriend are still cool.
The point is, no more essays until next term! Which means I basically have this week to sleep, eat, go out, read two short stories and generally relax. *sigh of deep, deep relief*
Aside from the inevitable essay crisis, the week's been pretty damn good. Both my lecturers this week were the awesome ones; the one who looks like Dr House, and the magnificently feminist James-obsessed lovely woman I had last term. Yay. I actually get realism now! And Ireland is stalking me again. Firstly, via the IRA episode of Life On Mars (AKA, In Which My TV Boyfriend Is Horrendously Xenophobic, Yet I Continue To Love Him Anyway), and then via the talk I went to yesterday about Brian Friel's play Translations.
( Cut for a literature student geek-out )
It sounds really lame and geeky, but experiences like that talk, and seeing Mad Forest on Saturday, are a big part of the reason why I wanted to come to a university as good as York, and I'm glad that I'm starting to make the most of it. My dad always told me that it'd be at university where I'd find out the stuff I was interested in, and discover writers that I'd fall in love with (Whitman! sigh) and basically become the person I'll be for the rest of my life. On the subject of my dad, I think he's noticed how completely into my course I am. Since he came up the other week, and we had our big literary discussion, we've had a few more on the phone, and yesterday he left me a 5 minute long answerphone message about ideas I could work into my Whitman essay. I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd already handed it in...
While I'm feeling mushy, let me just say that I feel really happy and (oh my god, am I actually this lame and pathetic? yes I am) privileged to have met some of the people that I've met here. You know who you are, you complete beasts, and I love you lots and lots. Like jelly tots. Hard. In the face.
Oh god, in that last paragraph I became everything I despise. Is *this* who I'll be for the rest of my life? I fucking hope not. Anyway, the whole Ireland stalking business has left me feeling compelled to make a list of stuff that anyone who's interested in The Troubles, or Irish history, or any of that stuff should read or see. It is mostly from the Irish point of view, so it's probably hideously biased, but whatever.
( Because I'm a patronising, self-righteous weirdo with a conversion complex )
Tra la la. I also did another chapter of The Master And Margarita. Chapter Two is the trial and crucifixion of Jesus... from the POV of Pontius Pilate. This book is awesome.
Anyway, I've been AWOL the past few days, mainly because of The Essay From Hell. It was a bit of a slog, mainly because I knew I wanted to write about sight in Whitman, and I had points to make, but I didn't have an argument as such. And it was due in at 10.45 in the morning. And I hadn't finished Portrait Of A Lady. Thankfully, at around 3.30 in the morning (yes, another all-nighter) I hit upon The Insanely Creepy Eyeball Metaphor Of Doom, so I got finished. It was actually the longest thing I've ever written, which is really quite pitiful. But me and my gay boyfriend are still cool.
The point is, no more essays until next term! Which means I basically have this week to sleep, eat, go out, read two short stories and generally relax. *sigh of deep, deep relief*
Aside from the inevitable essay crisis, the week's been pretty damn good. Both my lecturers this week were the awesome ones; the one who looks like Dr House, and the magnificently feminist James-obsessed lovely woman I had last term. Yay. I actually get realism now! And Ireland is stalking me again. Firstly, via the IRA episode of Life On Mars (AKA, In Which My TV Boyfriend Is Horrendously Xenophobic, Yet I Continue To Love Him Anyway), and then via the talk I went to yesterday about Brian Friel's play Translations.
( Cut for a literature student geek-out )
It sounds really lame and geeky, but experiences like that talk, and seeing Mad Forest on Saturday, are a big part of the reason why I wanted to come to a university as good as York, and I'm glad that I'm starting to make the most of it. My dad always told me that it'd be at university where I'd find out the stuff I was interested in, and discover writers that I'd fall in love with (Whitman! sigh) and basically become the person I'll be for the rest of my life. On the subject of my dad, I think he's noticed how completely into my course I am. Since he came up the other week, and we had our big literary discussion, we've had a few more on the phone, and yesterday he left me a 5 minute long answerphone message about ideas I could work into my Whitman essay. I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd already handed it in...
While I'm feeling mushy, let me just say that I feel really happy and (oh my god, am I actually this lame and pathetic? yes I am) privileged to have met some of the people that I've met here. You know who you are, you complete beasts, and I love you lots and lots. Like jelly tots. Hard. In the face.
Oh god, in that last paragraph I became everything I despise. Is *this* who I'll be for the rest of my life? I fucking hope not. Anyway, the whole Ireland stalking business has left me feeling compelled to make a list of stuff that anyone who's interested in The Troubles, or Irish history, or any of that stuff should read or see. It is mostly from the Irish point of view, so it's probably hideously biased, but whatever.
( Because I'm a patronising, self-righteous weirdo with a conversion complex )
Tra la la. I also did another chapter of The Master And Margarita. Chapter Two is the trial and crucifixion of Jesus... from the POV of Pontius Pilate. This book is awesome.
