I wish I had a full length shot for you but I left my camera with the timer at home, so there you are. I hope you are having a lovely winter season. Maybe next time I will include a picture of my self in full winter gear, complete with my hat that last year a co-worker accused me of being Russian in. Or at the very least Ukrainian.
White top - Theory Grey tights - Old Navy Black Boots - Mossimo Green Necklace - American Eagle Plaid Suit - Merona
Yesterday, I gave a presentation on Hamlet films. I think that it went pretty well. I gave the class a lovely list of Hamlet versions that I found from the interweb (credit give of course), and I made a powerpoint (exciting) I did work very hard on it and I believe that it went well. I also showed clips from my favorite versions and the most popular ones:
The more I watched the Kenneth Branagh version of to be or not to be, sadly the less I was impressed with it. I found it very hard to say this, because I usually love Branagh in everything:
well, now watching it again I cant decide. I still think he is great, but it may be as my professor said because he speaks the speech in blank verse instead of iambic pentameter. Maybe that is what throws me off.
Speaking of throws, I am in the throes of working on my Hamlet paper. I am trying to motivate myself. I loved the class and it reminded me of why I was in school in the first place, so it really has nothing to do with that why i hesitate. In fact, why some people are in graduate school sometimes had very little to do with why others are in grad school. However, I feel like hamlet I had a shock this semester that causes me to hesitate in my actions toward school. But instead of seeing the Ghost of my father, I saw my academic life flash before my eyes when I didnt pass my comprehensive exam. My first instinct was to be hostile and to just say screw the whole damn thing, however, the more time I had to let it settle, the more I feel that maybe I can try again. This is truly scarring in many ways and if some of you reading this want to judge me on my failure, then there is really nothing that I can do about that. (And screw you, too.)
I feel that the exam is so subjective anyway that if someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed that they could fail somebody if they wanted, but therein lies the rub. And on top of that, some of my credits are going to expire, hence the haste with which I took my comps. Now I have to take more classes. I just feel like i am going to continually be taking classes, which I pass i might add....for those of you reading this that will not let me pass my examination, and will never finish. I am running out of time and loans, I have to finish, or I just want to give up and say screw them all.
Christmas came a little early this year in the mid-south, or it really seemed to. Because I was driving to pick my boyfriend up one night before thanksgiving, on November 20th to be exact (sorry for the delay in this post). And what do I see on the lamposts up and down poplar avenue? (Those of you who live or have lived in memphis, will know exactly which street I mean. For those of you who don't just know that it is hard to go anywhere in Memphis without getting on poplar at some point or another, or at least passing it even if you have a vendetta against it as some people seem to, which I really dont know why, I mean it isnt a bad little street, and it has never done me any harm, except slow me down in rush hour.)
I saw our cursory winter solstice Christmas lights in the shape of snowflakes! I was thinking to myself wait, wait, wait, I just figured out what to take to Mama's for thanksgiving dinner, and now they are springing Christmas lights on me! (This 'they' I speak of is a kind of nebulous collective of beings who remain nameless and faceless and make most of the decisions that effect our lives and the decisions that we make. Also referred to as 'them' and sometimes 'those people.')
From the time that I was very young, these lights have always signaled to me be beginning of the holiday season.I have always self-consciously looked forward to seeing them in an im-really-too-old-to-be-looking-forward-to-this kind of way. But this year I guess they just caught me unawares. I apologize for the inferiority of these photographs, but in my disbelief, all I had on me was my camera phone. However, if you really want to see what these little beauties look like, i will be glad to take more pics to post. preferably while I am not driving 35 miles per hour down Poplar Avenue.
finally I felt a little bit chic and sexy. In fact, this occurred when my boyfriend informed me that I looked chic and sexy in this outfit.
thrifted red rampage boots, silver express scarf, thrifted red and grey structured skirt, black old navy tunic top, grey old navy tights, red and black knock off prada bag from goodwill (sshhhh! dont tell anyone that last bit).
Writer. Artist. Student of human nature. I am a woman of sense, if less of consequence. Trying to live out my dreams, if I could just figure out what they were. Not to be trifled with.
