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Name: miss vicky
Country: Zimbabwe
Birthday: 11/7/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: i hold a strong appreciation
for people who demonstrate
a love for hygiene.
Expertise: making nicknames.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
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AIM:  tuna is squished
Member Since:
3/15/2003
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| My professor resembles an ostrich. It took a grand total of 2 lectures for me to discover this. Her wide-set eyes, alight with an animal's dumb excitement, her pale, peachy exterior like the muted feathers of the giant bird, her mouth stretching across the width of her face with thin-lipped enthusiasm, her neck skinny and throbbing with spry, jerky jittery-ness. Ah yes, she is the Ostrich if I've ever seen one, locked in a croaky voiced lover of Milton and enjambment. The resemblance is so uncanny that you would think it would suffice to hold my attention for 2 to 3 days at least, but therein lies the magic of a lunch-time class and a stuffy classroom and over-analyzed pre-1800's literature: within 15 minutes I'm steep into a sleepy stupor along with my zookeeping fellows.
 
But I am not completely cruel: Ostrich with her literary insight is relatively interesting, and charming as most seasoned English professors labor hard to be. It is, after all, Milton, my favorite author outside of the Modernist era, and now that I bring my laptop to class, I could entertain myself with small musings ie searching pictures of ostriches on google - which, by the way is absolutely frightening. I had no idea they were so freaking scary. See for yourself.
Aha, I could feel the class getting restless. 20 more minutes, my computer-less companions.
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| Everyone I know is approaching a new frontier in their life - it is the frontier of growing up, where you put aside your childish shenanigans and start applying the wisdom that you've picked up in the last few years. I've learned that I am growing proud of the things I know, and the way that I can look past my own perspective and see others - I used to fear such things that a loss of individuality or recklessness of some sort. I could go on about the lofty notions I've gathered as of late about growing up - but growing up includes the empirically acquired knowledge of when you're boring someone to death with your introspective garrulousness.
Looking towards the future, I recoil at the sensibility which will be demanded of me, and of my peers. It is a laborious task, having sensibility: one that leaves no room for excuses, and its only reward is the longest way around to piousness. Of course, that ideally, is, well, the ideal thing.
I'm kind of just mumbling all the thoughts which succeed reading leading my first small group and reading 3 hours of novel theory. It is indeed time to sleep.
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| "There is then a middle kind of hearts, not so perfect as to be given but that the very giving mends them;
not so desperate as not to be accepted but that the very accepting dignifies them.
This is a melting heart, and a troubled heart, and a wounded heart, and a broken heart, and a contrite heart; and by the powerful working of thy piercing Spirit such a heart I have." | | |
| Forsaken me thou hast, despairing your return
Escaping in my past, when Sheen had took a turn
Bluescreening first and last, his remains found in an urn.
Next phone charger I have cast, so wiser I discern
Communication wireless. To which I'll now well learn
The ways of Amish fast, lest another bulb I'll burn. | | |
| For some reason, when I wrote July 7th on my homework today, I became very happy. After some quick introspection before starting on my stats homework, I realized that this is because it's almost my second favorite day of the year: 7/11 - the only day of the year named after a well-loved pit-stop, and if someone's dyslexic, they might actually mistaken it for my birthday and give me presents!
Another important day to look out for this month: July 15th! The premiere of Harry Potter: The Death of Dumbledore and Making Up for How Crappy the Fifth Book Was. I'm pretty excited for my current favorite (still up for argument) Harry Potter book and for the possibility of dressing up like the beautiful Snape. He's a darling! Today is my first Shakespeare midterm, complete with identifications and essays where you repeat word for word whatever the professor says in class. I usually pride myself on being exceptional on identifying speakers in Shakespearen poetry, but then again, this midterm might be just that - an exception, so I better study the difference between dialogues of Snug the Joiner and Snark the Tailor and Thomas the Crapper or whatever. Besides, lately I've found a disparty between my abilities and what I think my abilities are, which is slightly unnerving and ego-draining. I suppose it is the result of God's will to show me his abilities. I suppose it is what we call, humility. | | |
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