I quickly got over my anger from the last post. Too much angry is bad for your complexion! I figure, if I still want to take the "Narrative Non-Fiction" class, maybe I can have a chat with the prof and see about duping talking him into letting me sign up. After all, that seems to work for this incredibly annoying undergraduate girl who keeps showing up in graduate-level classes around here. (But she will be the topic of a separate post one day.) Anyhoo, next semester I'm taking a course in "line editing", which promises to be full of grammar and computer geekery goodness. So if this school thing doesn't work out, I can always go and be an editor, just like Elaine from Seinfeld, who I try to emulate in all things (except dancing).

My birthday passed in low key splendor. Godfrey gifted me with two pairs of lovely earrings (the boy has good taste in jewelry - or else he is able to predict what I will like with uncanny accuracy, because I may not have good taste as I love sparkly things and they may be tacky, but I do like what he gives me), a book, "The Sounds of Science" and some dvds. We dined at The Melting Pot, where we overindulged in white chocolate amaretto fondue. Yum! Then Simon the Good came over for a brief visit, bearing Italian cream cake and another dvd. The multimedia goddess has smiled on me!

Late last night I finished Project: Brief Paper on Jane Austen. I am currently trying to decide if I should leave my parenthetical remark on "Mons Veneris" in the introduction. I'm pretty sure you're supposed to try to be clever, or at the very least dirty-minded, in upper level English lit papers, so perhaps it will stay.

Lucy Lunchmeat took her students to the old cemetary near campus for a cool writing exercise. Damn the technology that chains me to the classroom! I open the windows whenever I can. Still, I may steal that idea of hers one day.