"It's so erotic when your make-up runs."
--Blackest Eyes, Porcupine Tree

I've decided to get religion. I always liked that phrase, like you added it to a grocery list or something. So yeah. I've decided to totally become a Methodist. Today the Methodists were serving hot cocoa in the main quad. Last semester they did pancakes at midnight. This officially makes it the best religion ever. I mean, as far as I can tell, there's nothing else to the religion. No prayer, no Jesus, just midnight pancakes and cocoa.

Today in British Lit, two important (and by important I mean more interesting than anything the professor said) things. We were looking at Tennyson's Idylls of the King, which is re: King Arthur. Important thing number one was that we had to split into groups and change something that happened into dialogue. Ok, that's not the important bit. What is, is that my group worked on Guenivere responding to being handed over to Arthur, and we wrote a bitchy antichauvanistic rant full of Radiohead references. It contained the phrases "I'm going to cheat on you first chance I get," and "I like square tables very much, thank you." In addition, just in case the prof didn't appreciate that, I totally wrote a poem in like two minutes. Totally is also the word of the day.

My father may have marriage thus approved
But I am not by knightly prowess moved
More by fair face, and where men's friendship lies
Grants thee fair grace in Guenivere's queenly eyes
You love your men, and pledge the same to me
They love you back, and so I loveth thee.

Totally two minutes. The other thing was finding out that Steven Spielberg is apparently going to be making an Arthur movie. The girl who revealed this information stated that it was going to be like Band of Brothers. She probably meant that it's going to be an HBO miniseries. I prefer to think that King Arthur is going to parachute into Germany to fight Nazis. And the Red Baron. That's a license to print money as far as I'm concerned.

I'm going to use something else from class to segueway into the next part of this entry. I could just start babbling about the new subject, but I like being able to use the word segueway without referring to the stupid wheely thing. There's a girl in that class who wears a poet's hat all the time. Big Rennaisance looking thing with a feather sticking out of it. She brings Tolkien into every discussion we have. She makes up words, and characters, and never does in class assignments if she can get away with something more creative. She is, in fact, a flaming geek.

I happen to hate flaming things that are not actually being consumed by flames. It would be kind of cool if the two were combined more often, but that's illegal in most states. I'm a geek. I'm proud to be a geek. I don't mind people knowing this, but I don't bring it up unless it's relevant. I do sometimes wear badges of geek pride, like the V:tM shirts, but I keep the geeking out till I'm around other geeks. It's like the difference between a gay pride pin and being ok with who I am, and the tight tight tight sequined muscle shirt and running around screaming to the heavens that you're a fag. Grr.

Lately, professors have been the source of much joy. Odd, I know. Number one, I ran into Professor Richard Sha, from Interpreting Lit my Freshman year. We talked for a bit, and when I told him I was going to be a Lit Major, he said "I'm looking forward to seeing more of you, you're really smart." Rock. Next up, Professor Rom Harre, who gave me mad props (I don't think he actually has grades, since the students don't do anything) for refuting John Locke. And last, Professor Frank Turaj, who had an encounter once upon a time with a member of the Nation of Islam selling their paper outside Columbia University.

Nation of Islam Guy: Would you like to purchase a copy of Mohammed Speaks?
My Man, Frank Turaj: No thank you, I'm an integrationist.
Nation of Islam Guy: Come on, you have to keep an open mind.
MM,FT & NoIG, quite aware of the irony: *Grin*

So what else is going on... right. Tonight is Laura's birthday. Well, technically her birthday is Feb 29, but we don't have one of those this year. She's 4 and 3/4 tonight. Next year she's 5, and has to pay full price on the Metro. Laura is going to be drinking for the first time ever tonight, which is going to be quite interesting. Because, as a desperate and frustrated human being, I'm going to be hoping she totally feels like cheating on her boy.

I'm a good person, I swear.

On an honestly unrelated note, sometimes I feel like damaging myself.

And then there was a riot.

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