Another day. Last night I managed to write an entire Chuang Tzu essay structured around ingenious wordplay and quotes from The Simpsons. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and actually it still does, because I had fun with that essay. Being finished also has the added advantage of no longer having to view the world through the eyes of a Taoist, which I found myself doing (in a poser sort of way) all week while I was working on it. After I had finished my essay; around 1:30 in the morning, I decided to e-mail people, and anyone who's been around me when I'm really tired knows how little judgment I have left in the odd hours of the morning.

I emailed a bunch of people who'd been waiting for replies for a while (except Flo, who I neglected once more, simply because, after about two months of waiting, he deserves a really long email) and ended with an email to my aunt that makes it sound (if you read it, the email itself doesn't make sound) like I'm drunk. Luckily, I got a humorous email back, which I wasn't expecting at all; my aunt is apparently very funny. The rest of the unanswered emails are a job for tonight, I guess.

Today we had a presentation in German class courtesy of The Ukrainian, who I've decided to call The Ukrainian simply because no one really cares to know the names of people they'll never meet. He talked about the wonders of the Euro, which he seems to be madly in love with, and for perhaps the first time in months, a political issue got a rise out of me. I mean, the Euro?? Aren't rubles and pesos more stable than Europe's crazy-crazy currency?

Speaking of crazy, I've started referring to vegetarians as
'crazy-tarians'. So far, no one seems to mind.

Anyways, back to my day. There's not much left to it, at the moment. I have to read Paradise Lost (chapter 9) tonight, which'll be fun; I really like Milton, as opposed to most other poetry. I actually went to a poetry reading earlier this week, and I swear it was all "the sun is like your lips" and "my love is an everlasting spring". I prefer apocalyptic battles, thank you, so for the next reading, despite my lack of poetic powers, I'm going to write some anti-poetry. At the very least it'll give me a few minutes respite from the incessant train of beatniks reading blank verse in my beloved coffeehouse. Which reminds me; for longer essays, I'm going to reinstate the Thoughts sections which, as none of you know, I was planning for my old webpage. Which sadly requires me to have some thoughts, a task I'm currently working on. Well, that's that, for now, but I'll probably be bored enough to blog a little later tonight.