At the moment, I'm trying my best to stay focused on a 600 word paper. Normally this would be easy, but it's Native American Literature, a subject I expected to be full of adventure but is instead full of "Whitey sure ****ed us over."
I won't deny that. Whitey is a bastard. Whitey has shown himself to be a bastard since he first sharpened sticks and got a boat. But reading about this several times a week does not make a very exciting course.
The paper that I'm supposed to write right now is about N. Scott Momaday's The Way to Rainy Mountain. This wouldn't be very hard, but the prompt is very vague:
"Who Decides What Is History? N. Scott Momaday's The Way to Rainy Mountain
Develop this claim: Native Americans often object to the dominant society's representation of American history; N. Scott Momaday, in his autobiographical work, The Way to Rainy Mountain," (sic) develops an innovative technique for showing the differences between his own and the "white man's" version of the past."
As much as I can try, turning "the book had traditional stories on the left page, and both history and autobiography material on the right page" into 600-700 words is pretty tough.
At least I'm going home tomorrow, where I can immerse myself in Harry Potter and the Pickup Sticks AND Harry Potter Goes to Heaven.
That's right, bitches. Disgustingly stylized Harry Potter chibi. Ginny makes me want to **** rainbows. Who's the guy in green? Between Harry's dead parents and (who I am assuming is) Sirius? Or Snape. I can't really tell.
P.S. I'd like to make a special thank you to Star. Your kind words were a big help during the past few weeks. Thanks a million. :)
Incidentally, yesterday I kind of snapped back into a good mood. Hopefully this won't mean I'll snap right back.
Learning that one of the two people on campus that I could potentially call "friend" blocked me on Facebook was an unpleasant surprise. I ask her to do something with me twice in two months, and that's apparently too much.
Is one damn friend really that hard to obtain? Am I that repulsive?
In my surge of emotions, I ended up trimming (or lobotomizing) my Facebook friend list from a modest 227 to an abysmal 50.
Probably not the best step to take when trying desperately to find any human interaction.
At least reading the Harry Potter books (for the first time, I might add. I just started book 4) and playing Suikoden Tierkreis can offer temporary happiness.
Just for kicks, here's the first video game character I have obsessed over since I first saw Shion Uzuki in a bikini:
I know Konami and Capcom are rivals, but I'll be darned if Suikoden isn't a great series. Plus, Suikoden gave me Sisuca. And I like Sisuca.
But I also fell down some stairs today and hurt my arm pretty bad. I have no idea what's going on, but it feels like it's bleeding inside, and it really hurts to lift anything over a few pounds. It's started to swell a little bit. Hrmm...
Also, I was forced to drop a class due to.. well, illness. Of sorts. It sucked. That was a very unpleasant experience.
But today, like a hand sticking through the ice of a frozen lake, my Capcom DVDs arrived, along with Evil Dead 2 from Netflix (I watched the first one last night). This week has been one heck of a roller coaster.
