And She’s Clinging to the Nearest Passerby

I just got official comments back on the rough draft of my essay. It includes things such as “this is in decent shape for a formal rough draft, but you have a frenzy of work ahead of you,” and “rewrite the entire first essay from scratch,” and “You’re in danger of making us chuckle” (not in a good way!).

Damn.

See you sometime after May 22. I’ve got a frenzy of work ahead of me.

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current book: the essay “Narration in the Fiction Film” by David Bordwell. Yawn. oh, and also my thesis. perhaps only my thesis for the next month.
current music: Joy Division’s “She Lost Control” over and over and over and over
current socks: I think today shows a clear need for the crabby socks. they are bright turquoise with red crabs all over them.

south of the loop

And She’s Clinging to the Nearest Passerby