affectation.log

The time I've spent on this one assignment lately is far out of proportion with its relative importance.  It's a personal narrative essay for Elements of Writing.  At first I couldn't think of what to write about.  Out of desperation, I went with the night I met Abbie.  Now I can't stop revising it.  Could have something to do with the personal nature of the content, or perhaps the really cute girl who's in my peer review group.  Either way.

If anyone wants to read it, let me know.  [But if you do, don't just placate me.  Tell me what you really think.]  It's not completely in accordance with fact, but that's what you get with an unreliable narrator.  It was first titled "The Harsh Light of Day", but I didn't want the dual reference to some Buffy The Vampire Slayer episode and to the Fastball album.  A search on "The Cold Light of Day", however, only turns up two movies, both of which are about murder.  I'll go with that instead.  Plus there's what the line brings to mind for me...


Still too many things to do.  IQP, MQP, Adv. Calc. work...  I still have yet to come up with a sound design for the play in a couple weeks [the design's due Tuesday] and find people to be ushers for the play this weekend.  Sigh.

I ran out of shaving cream today.  Just so you know how little facial hair I grow, I got that can of shaving cream for free freshman year.  Three years ago.  So sad.