I spam j00!

Wow. I have to stop doing these random, occasional bursts of insane caffeine intake, because I wait just long enough in between for my body to not be expecting the giant hit of stimulants and such, and therefore to freak out. To wit: shakes, jitters, stomachache, and a mood so obscenely cheerful I should be shot. My academic advisor's going to read the letter to him that's my homework assignment and go "WTF, mate?" because I am writing like most people talk, which is never a good thing because it's way too informal and there are way too many clauses in this sentence so I am just going to stop now.

Still have to write a two- to three-page paper on the death of individuality in American culture and a response to some text about surrealism. I have the feeling whatever I end up writing will be pretty surreal in and of itself.

*cackles* I'm making converts. Lent Phantom of the Opera to my friend, who is currently reading it and keeps mentioning to me how good it is. Yessss. I have you now.

Random question from an extremely wandering train of thought: am I the only person on earth who doesn't like Mozart? The man had mad skillz and his music is entertaining, but what I've heard (and I make no claim to having heard anywhere near a sizeable portion of what he wrote) has been... courtly, endearing, charming, and not much else. The only piece of his I have any deep familiarity with is his Sonata in C Major, and it seems like the 18th-century music equivalent of all the preppie girls at my old high school: pretty and clever, but ultimately empty.

I should go to bed now. (Note that this entry has been spaced out over more than an hour; the timestamp on the entry says 12:53, and it's almost two now, so the caffeine is wearing off a bit.) No, I should finish my papers and print them and then go to bed. Grargh.

I spam j00!

Wow. I have to stop doing these random, occasional bursts of insane caffeine intake, because I wait just long enough in between for my body to not be expecting the giant hit of stimulants and such, and therefore to freak out. To wit: shakes, jitters, stomachache, and a mood so obscenely cheerful I should be shot. My academic advisor's going to read the letter to him that's my homework assignment and go "WTF, mate?" because I am writing like most people talk, which is never a good thing because it's way too informal and there are way too many clauses in this sentence so I am just going to stop now.

Still have to write a two- to three-page paper on the death of individuality in American culture and a response to some text about surrealism. I have the feeling whatever I end up writing will be pretty surreal in and of itself.

*cackles* I'm making converts. Lent Phantom of the Opera to my friend, who is currently reading it and keeps mentioning to me how good it is. Yessss. I have you now.

Random question from an extremely wandering train of thought: am I the only person on earth who doesn't like Mozart? The man had mad skillz and his music is entertaining, but what I've heard (and I make no claim to having heard anywhere near a sizeable portion of what he wrote) has been... courtly, endearing, charming, and not much else. The only piece of his I have any deep familiarity with is his Sonata in C Major, and it seems like the 18th-century music equivalent of all the preppie girls at my old high school: pretty and clever, but ultimately empty.

I should go to bed now. (Note that this entry has been spaced out over more than an hour; the timestamp on the entry says 12:53, and it's almost two now, so the caffeine is wearing off a bit.) No, I should finish my papers and print them and then go to bed. Grargh.