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'Member, gang, how spazzy I was about my English oral? Here's some stats for you:

Number of passages from Hamlet to know: 10
Number of Eavan Boland poems to know: 4
Number of Sylvia Plath poems to know: 6
Hours spent annotating last night: 5
Hours of sleep I got last night: 4.5

So, out of all the passages, I had a 30% of getting a Plath poem. Yesterday, everyone who went got a Hamlet passage, and the only two who got poems both got Plath. So, basically, this morning I resigned myself to getting something baneful- most likely Boland.

Then Julie came back, and she'd gotte Degas' Laundresses, which I hated, and then Manny came back and he'd gotten The Pomegranate, which I liked, so I wouldn't get either, but I was ready to puke by the time I got to my orals.

The Plath poems available to me were Lady Lazarus, Daddy, Morning Song, Cut, Two Sisters of Persephone and Edge.

I got Edge. (the formatting is messed up- each stanza is two lines, which leads to many enjambments and the like) It's the last poem Sylvia Plath ever wrote before she committed suicide and I was so lucky to get a Plath poem. It made my oral so much easier and I was so much more relaxed.

I need to hunt down Plath, like, icons or something. I know

dollsome made a few Alias icons with Sylvia text... I should hunt them down.

Gom. I GOT PLATH.

Current Mood: giddy

So, I'm totally bored and pretending college essays don't exist and messing around on Wikipedia. I read up on Ted Hughes, That Bastard, and there was a link about Assia, who was the chick Ted left Sylvia for.

So, I click on the link, Russian-Jewish-German immigrant, aspiriting poetess, yadda yadda, moved into Sylvia's house (!) with her and Ted's daughter (!!) and took over using all of Sylvia's things (!!!) until she freaked herself out. She was very, very paranoid about Ted leaving her. Which is the story of the women in Ted's life, the whole lot of them.

Sylvia Plath killed herself by sealing the doors, taking some sleeping pills, and turning to stove on to be poisoned by the gas in February of 1963.

Assia dissolved sleeping pills in water for her four-year-old daughter, took some sleeping pills herself, dragged a mattress into the kitchen, sealed up the doors, turned on the oven, and laid down with her daughter in March of 1969.

Truth is stranger than fiction.

Current Mood: shocked
Current Music: Ring of Fire- Johnny Cash

I watched "Sylvia" earlier. It was good, but I'm very irritated they didn't focus at ALL on her early life. It was all about her and Ted Hughes. And was very sad.

I also applied to FIU, and I am actually quite thrilled with myself about that. It was hell, too, but I perservered.

Now I'm pretending the essays for UF don't exist. Because they SUCK.

Current Mood: geeky
Current Music: It Ain't Me, Babe- Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon

If Syd winds up having a boy, I will be both very irritated and very amused. Because the world at large is already set on Isabelle.

Today was good- no stomach ache, and Holmes was very appreciative of my CRAZY mark-ups of 'Daddy' and 'Cut.' I am soooo into Sylvia Plath it's crazy.

This whole college thing is really starting to weigh on me, and it's probably because I am an INSANE procrastinator and last week I actually worked myself into a panic because we only have a month or so left of school and when we get back from break there's only a week and a half before the majority of college applications are due and holy mother of god, what if I get nothing done and only wind up being accepted at FIU and have to live at home and get driven to class with by my mother? And what if I get in all my apps on time, but I don't get accepted anywhere?

And for that matter, where in god's name am I applying, for serious? Am I even going to get accepted to UVa, or UMd? Should I even bother applying when I know the chances of me actually attending are slim?

And what if I get rejected?

That's it. It's a month and six days until my 18th birthday, and that's it. No more growing up. I'ma stay 17.

Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: Cathedrals- Jump Little Children

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Alas, despair! Alas, misery!

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