End of November Already? 0_0

I managed to surive Hell Month somehow but I'm still not finished.  Though i've entered the final stretch of my ridiculous essay word count goal i'm still 2500 words away from the finish line :(


I managed to get an extension from my prof and did not have to turn in an unfinished, unedited piece of literary garbage.. yay!  But now i've still got to get this paper done between now and Sunday- which if you know me, you know how much my weekends are write offs. *sigh*


Gonna push myself to do at least a page and a half single spaced today, if not more.. 2500 words is approximately 7 pages double spaced, which when single spaced equals to only about 3 pages and some leftovers.. I love typing in single space, its much more gratifying to double space your work and have it hit 7 pages rather than trying to write 7 spaces straight through.  Perhaps I'm just insane and it's my subconscious brain trying to pacify my stress..  Either way it works, I can (as they say) "get'er done"


Speaking of "get'er done".. Is anyone else happy about today being the last day of November? or is it just me?  I can't wait to see the clean shaven men around campus again!  If I have to see one more cheesy 70's caterpillar, hitler stash, dirty sanchez, captain hook, handlebar or teenage mustache I will bring clippers to school.. honestly, i'm surprised none of the women have gone "Sweeney Todd" on their men yet! Thank you for the support of men's cancers but that furry thing has to go!  Only Johnny Depp and Hulk Hogan look good in a mustache okay?


ooo Randomness! I ran into my old choir conductor yesterday.. third time this month! Back in October we met in the hallway and he had asked me if I wanted to join the women's ensemble he was conducting, starting January and I said yes. Yesterday he came round again while i was in the Aristotle's Republic headquarters (yes I know it was Plato's republic, you had to be there) and we picked a day for me to sing for him... he wants to place me properly which is great since he hasn't heard me sing since I was probably 12 years old.  Fingers crossed!  I'm hoping to sing a nostalgic piece from my childhood days in the CCCC that I'm certain will bring back fond memories for him and I really hope I can sell it to the back of the house- if u will.


Enough of that now, i've got to write my head off.  Drop me a comment or e-mail me if you're still reading me.. i know i've abandoned my blog for a while, but i feel more alone in the giant internet sea than ever before!


XOXO
Cris


p.s if you're wondering what happened with my NaNoWriMo story this November... well, it didn't.  I made 1000 words and then face the hardest month of reading and writing academically that I have ever faced. here's hoping for next year!

A little story called "hell month"

One evening I was walking in Toronto and I came across the Bloor street Viaduct... I gazed out across the Prince Edward Bridge and felt a cool chill run up my spine.  The moon shone high and three nuns passed near me dressed in The Color Purple and singing a song.. not about Paradise but from what I could gather, about a man who was wearing fur walking down a concrete sidewalk.  I stopped one of the Sisters and asked for her name.  She said it was Alice.  I introduced myself as Toni and inquired about the song they sang.  She told me that it was by a woman named Harriet... Harriet Jacobs who lived in the 1850's.   She then proceeded to recount a tale to me.  One of a woman- named Linda, who once encountered a man In The Skin of a Lion during her Incidents In the Life of a Slave Girl who had struck her quite a Funny Boy.  When she had finished her story, the nun- Alice, turned and walked away striking up the tune once more with her sisters whom she had introduced to me as Celie and Ruby.  As they walked away I couldn't help but notice that a stray advertisement had adhered itself to one of the nuns habits.  It was for a female parental figure for a motherless child and at the bottom said "call Morrison" listing a number.  As I turned smiling to myself I saw a young man, Ondaatje was his name and writing was his game.  He stood beside a huge Iron cooking pot speaking to a book by A. Walker, threatening to throw it into the pot unless it revealed itself for what it was.. a Book.  Before I could do anything to stop the insane torture of literature, a man sporting an azure silk scarf and a flamboyant green briefcase initials in Pink reading S.Selvadurai walked up and snatched the book out of the man's hands frowning a little.  I giggled a bit to myself and then realized I would be late to give my lecture and so I rushed on ahead and entered the building on the corner just as Jim was discussing Etienne's last letter, Z. 

If you were wondering why this story makes no sense.. well dear reader it is because my brain currently and my everyday state of living also make no sense.  To the  untrained eye this little paragraph would seem little more than a blurb from a silly short story but to the critically analytic literature buff it would be a clever and almost juvenile mash-up of the names and titles of 5 authors and 5 of their respective works: Alive Walker's The Color Purple, Michael Ondaatje's In the Skin of a Lion, Shyam Selvadurai's Funny Boy, Toni Morrison's Paradise and James Kinds Etienne's Alphabet.  Now how's that for Randomness!

This paragraph was also a way for me to spend 5 minutes in creative abandon away from the stuffiness of formal academic writing that I am currently up to my garters in :(

The end of the month'e essay line up looks like this:
Monday: seminar 4CF3 contemporary lit- final paper on Funny Boy (2500 words) and final seminar pres. on In the Skin of a Lion (1500 words)
Tuesday: seminar 4AA3 african american womens lit- final paper on Color Purple & Paradise (2500 words)
Thursday: 2M03 modern concepts of culture- final essay on TBA (1500 words)
Tues November 29th: 3Q03 history of critical theory final essay on TBA (1500-2000 words)
Random small assignments between Novel 27-30: 2m03 final tutorial discussion question (200 words), 2K06 term 1 sum up response, 4aa3 seminar sum up reponse. (1000 total)

Total Wordcount between Nov 20 and Nov 30th-   10 700 words!

Great.

Googly.

Moogly.

HELP!!!!!!!

XOXO
C

11 11 11

Another year.. and We Remember.
                                                                                                     

In Flanders fields the poppies blow                                                      
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

-John McCrae-

 We Give Thanks to our Veterans, To all of those who served our Canada so faithfully.  Thank you for our Freedom!  Thank you for our Country!  God Bless all of our soldiers; past, present and future.  Let them rest in peace, bring them home safe and let there be no war for them to fight in anymore.

Check my tribute video to John McCrae's poem on youtube!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUdRo8Zr0Fk

XOXO
C