Film and Society: A Bastion of Boreditude I had to take this class on writing research papers. It was a ball, really, a big friggin hoot. We watched movies like "The Bicycle Thief", "Ordinary People", and "The Gods Must Be Crazy." Not a bit of nudity in any of them. Fucking hell.
Below are links to the big research paper I did on "Magnolia", and a review of "Almost Famous" I did for the fuck of it.
Poetry: As I Begin the Ascent to Homosexuality Actually I took a fine class in poetry from a man named Naccarato, and actually picked up quite a bit from him. However, the mocha-chino raver intellectuals get on my nerves a bit, as they prove their darling wit and intelligence through an indefatigable drive to point out a Christ metaphor in T.S. Eliot that doesn't exist.
Pardon me, that was a vent. There, I'm better now. I love the mocha-chino raver intellectuals and all their trappings. They are indeed creative individuals, fully deserving my respect and admiration. I'm going to go watch TRL and get a hit of X now, and maybe hit a vintage clothing store on the way. Because I'm counterculture.
A few of my papers for poetry are below...
Narrative Fiction: Die, Bitch, Die I've got this purely nonsensical class on Narrative Fiction, taught by this crazy woman. I don't think she reads much, other than Jane Austen. She's a whore.
There's this girl in my class who's infatuated with me. It could be said that I'm a tad less infatuated with her. This is her:
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