one foot on sea and one on shore

I had the most terribly jonah day today. I've got all this text, and I don't know what to do with it, and it's bringing up all that incompetent failure stuff again. Not good.

The Shelley, at least, is good. I skipped the Milton reading this morning, and I feel guilty about that. But I had to read all of Rosario Castellanos' "The Book of Lamentations" last night because the bookstore ran out of copies, and whoo that was four hundred pages of depressing. The crucify a kid, yo. And then we're reading memoirs in my creative nonfiction class, and I don't like or trust memoirs. It's like, why are you doing this? Why do you want to show me those things? I don't want to show anyone those things! Telling your own story like that is dangerous, is full of undetecable lies. Not that it shouldn't be--that's the nature of the beast. But my fundamental incomprehension of memoirists' motivations doesn't help me trust them.

On a more cheerful note, I've been doing that other thing where spring makes me want Narnia, makes me want the Dawn Treader, makes me work on the Caspian/Lucy au. Is anyone still reading it anxiety omg. So more of that pretty soon, and also maybe icons. chaos_pockets, I totally stole your idea of using tristan+isolde caps as C/L images, because it's just that awesome.

An another awesome thing: Alanis Morissette's cover of 'My Hunps.' My love for Alanis is pure and eternal. Because the song is easy to parody, but she goes serious with it. Really, this video evokes every post-party feeling of dirtyness ever, that sort of skeeved out "can't believe I did that" deal where you realize that you just groveled for crumbs of icky male approval. Alanis Morissette forever (i'm not ashamed even if she didn't know what irony meant)!