.life feels like a kiss on the mouth.

since i'm back in school i can't promise that i'll keep this blog regularly updated, but i'll try my best. you know, as much as i say i've grown/am quickly growing out of athens. i know i'll miss it when i'm gone. it really is a unique place. it has tons of character. sometimes it reminds me of a small slice of new york city (minus the really tall buildings.)

i'm going to enjoy the time that is left here. which is not much at all.

this quarter's going to be crazy, of course. but i like it that way. i'm working really hard on not procrastinating and keeping up with things a little better so i don't feel so burnt out by the end.
- Online Journalism Seminar
- Graphics of Communication
- Middle East History 1800-present
- Myth & Symbolism

i absolutely love all my classes thus far, with the exception of graphics. at least leah and i have that class together, so we can sit towards the back and write notes to each other about how pittman reminds us of george bush (and therefore makes us want to kick his face in), how he doesn't know what he's saying and half the time seems like he's just pulling stuff out of his ass, and silently (and sometimes not so silently) chuckling at how all the freshman and sophomores in the room are writing down his every word.

okay, that seems really mean of us, i know. but the george bush thing, we just can't help. he really doesn't know what he's talking about - seriously, once you pretend like you know the complete history of Speakeasy, how it started as a print publication then switched to the internet because it was too expensive* - your credibility, especially with me, declines fast. and don't get me wrong, both leah and i are neurotic about note-taking, so we're not making fun of the studiousness (in fact, it's a very good thing) but of what they are writing. i feel bad. i feel like i should stand up in class and say, "listen to what he's saying, but don't put that much stock or effort into it, please."

so besides graphics, everything's great. the seminar class is mostly talking. and i'm friends with like, half the people in there, so it's cool. the only thing that will suck is the 12-page term paper. but that's weeks away! then there's mid-east history, and despite liz's warnings about the professor, i'm braving it anyway. the topic's so interesting. i love learning about that region because it's something most people know nothing about. plus it provided me with an idea for a story/experiment, which excites me.

then there's myth & symbolism. well, what can you say about that besides it's just fucking cool. i've been eyeing this class since fall quarter freshman year. at the time i balked at that it was a 400-level class and that you had to have three religion classes under your belt before you could take it. but here i am. and not only that, i'm taking it with one of my favorite professors. ever. not to mention i have a teacher-crush on him. now, if you know me, i'm not one to have teacher-crushes. but leave it to me to have a teacher-crush on a skinny, nerdy religion professor. i think i'm going to start recording his lectures as well. he says so many things that are just priceless that i always want to remember and never do.

"sippy cups are the sign of the infantilization of all of us. i firmly believe that. i hate sippy cups."
-- alex keefe

don't tell me you wouldn't be riveted by someone who threw out a line like that during a lecture.

aaaaanyway. i guess i'll be done rambling for now. the one really bad thing about having a history and a religion class in one quarter is the ridiculous amount of reading that comes with it.

make sure you check out speakeasy. and keep your eye on it, there's some exciting things that are going to be happening real soon ;)

and if you get a chance, listen to "kiss on the mouth" by our lady peace and "we are always searching" by i am ghost.

i'm obsessing.

ps. i can't wait for debbie does disco this thursday. with my fiance/dancing partner. rock it.


xoxo.m

*in case you didn't pick up on the sarcasm, Speakeasy never was a print publication, and for that matter was never even concieved as one