You Can Bring A Whore To Culture, But You Can't Make Her Think.

I'm back at Whittier, taking my Jan term class. For those not in the Whittier-loop (or as one might call it, the 'whoop'), Jan term is one class that you can take for free over the month of January. Since it's a semester's worth of information crammed into one month, classes are 5 days a week, and usually about 3 hours. Luckily, I have a cool (although I feel this is the incorrect term to describe a portly, happy-go-lucky old man) professor who lets us sleep in an extra half hour. The class is Hemingway and Eliot.

"Oh... Umm... Cool, J-Mil... How exciting..."


Yeah, it might not sound like the most exciting class. And as I'm hearing about everyone else's classes about modern American cults and the philosophy of death and whatnot, I do wish I was taking something slightly funner. BUT. That in no way indicates that I dislike the class. First off, I'm diving headfirst into this class because, as an English major and aficianado of writing and literature, I feel obligated to appreciate/be familiar with these two authors. Secondly... and I know this might be shocking to hear... their stuff ain't bad!

Of course, Hemingway is starting to piss me off with his incessant antisemitism and antifeminism, but he's a good storyteller. Eliot's poetry is confusing as f%#k, but reading it is like sipping warm chicken noodle soup on a cold, damp night. I apologize on behalf of my similie tendencies, but I mean it none the less. I am, after all, a muthaf#%king writer.

"Well J-Mil, if you were really a writer you'd know the word 'fuck' has a 'u' and a 'c' in it."

Our midterm is at the end of Week 2 and a 10-12 page paper is due at the end of Week 4, so I'm trying to sponge up as much as I can about these dudes. They are intriguing...

In other aspects of my life that matter only to me, I quit my job at IT Services and got scooped up by the set builders at the theatre.

"Gee J-Mil, I had no idea you knew anything about carpentry."


Well...

Funny thing about that. BUT. I'm going to absorb information. Like a sponge. Made of wood. With a handsaw. And it will be glorious.

And outside of school I'm also trying to get a second job that does not all get raped in the butt by college tuition. I'm trying to get a waitressing job at this cafe called 'Crepes and Grapes'... voted best French restaurant in LA! According to their website. Cross ya fingaz (and do ya step!) for me... I need the money.

All the societies are torturing their pledges this month... thank Bob I'm not in one. My friend is pledging, and every second of her life is spent in the utmost terror because... THEY... could call at any second and steal her away from me before we can get Starbuck's. Sad face. Well, actually, staring at a computer screen for an extended period of time has washed every hint of emotion off my face. I think laptops need to be equipped with mirrors so we can keep track of how much our faces are sagging while we're frying our brains with... with... facebook, and... illegal music downloads, and... pornography...

POLL: Where do YOU illegally download your music? Just a poll. I would never partake in such activities, not even 1,356 times (according to iTunes).