Truly a student-at-the-end-of-his-semester type day. Woke up at 8 a.m. to write humourous rhyme, then studied the secondary characters in Atonement to what Jachogins writes about in his chapter on character in his how-to. Then it was ten a.m. and I had to read ten lines of poetry, and ten seperate lines of scansion. We were to match up the meters given to the lines of poetry given. Then we were to take the second letter from the second substituted foot in each line - which amounted to ten lines - and unscramble them into a sentence. Only the sessional gave out the wrong directions. The first two people to unscramble the incorrectly scrambled sentence won two books.
Greasy cheese and vegetable pizza for brunch. Coffee at the pub until two-thirty, then off to class at the other pub, where the prof bought us all pitcher after pitcher. By this time I'd ditched Joy twice on her coffee breaks. Then back to the original pub to find Joy smoking alone outside. I ate her fries and we chided each other for a good while. Joy had to leave to write an essay. I got into a huge debate with a few near-strangers about LOTR. ? Once at home I walked Joy to the store where everything fits. At home for the second time I settled into a bath and zen poetry, with ideas for ripping off an ancient buddhist monk and reading it aloud at a future date to a trendy bar filled with people who want to watch movies. Now it's 11:30 pm and I'm going to fry some potatoes.
Hey! ... Ehm ... No comment.
Posted by: Joy at November 29, 2004 11:15 PMI like fried potatoes. It's something we should do.
Posted by: ben at November 30, 2004 1:37 AMFried potatoes are like, like, butter.
Posted by: m at November 30, 2004 12:25 PMIt's like buttah. Only bettah.
Posted by: ben at November 30, 2004 4:01 PMOr, you know - maybe it really IS buttah.
Posted by: Joy at November 30, 2004 6:33 PM