awakening Aria Vates
New semester, hard semester. As ever, earlier I had plenty of excellent, journal-worthy thoughts which conveniently spent the day evacuating my brain. Something about The Pit of Craig Lee and the inordinate number of Criminal-looking White Vans to be seen there.
Philosophy is fun and full of Olmsted stories, Literary Theory has shite for reading material, Biology saps my spirit, and British Lit is awesome in every way except for the dumb people (also seen in theory) who complain about the course despite the fact that it's a non-required course and they had to have known going in what we'd be studying. Me, I'm excited that we get to read Chaucer in Middle English. For want of a phrase more interesting than "Chaucer-haters can go to hell," I shall say that Chaucer haters can go to a marshmallow Fluff factory, where they will be in an unfortunate accident involving sugar ooze erupting on everything within a 2 mile radius and then be blown into the air, landing in a spot where it is all to easy for them to stumble away for help and inadvertently wander into CL 206 where they shall become stuck to the wall and be forced to listen to weeks of English classes, including Chaucer, and only be freed when one of RIC's many stray black dogs wanders in and licks them free, unfortunately killing itself by consuming too much hardened, sugary Fluff but luckily being reincarnated as something nice, such as a pink doily.
That, by the way, was a 135 word sentence. Hooray for tape-worm long sentences.
Philosophy is fun and full of Olmsted stories, Literary Theory has shite for reading material, Biology saps my spirit, and British Lit is awesome in every way except for the dumb people (also seen in theory) who complain about the course despite the fact that it's a non-required course and they had to have known going in what we'd be studying. Me, I'm excited that we get to read Chaucer in Middle English. For want of a phrase more interesting than "Chaucer-haters can go to hell," I shall say that Chaucer haters can go to a marshmallow Fluff factory, where they will be in an unfortunate accident involving sugar ooze erupting on everything within a 2 mile radius and then be blown into the air, landing in a spot where it is all to easy for them to stumble away for help and inadvertently wander into CL 206 where they shall become stuck to the wall and be forced to listen to weeks of English classes, including Chaucer, and only be freed when one of RIC's many stray black dogs wanders in and licks them free, unfortunately killing itself by consuming too much hardened, sugary Fluff but luckily being reincarnated as something nice, such as a pink doily.
That, by the way, was a 135 word sentence. Hooray for tape-worm long sentences.
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