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Look up, motherfuckers. Seriously. Look up.
Normally, I wouldn't post shows on the website, but this one's definitely special. Yes, yes. It's myself and Matt and Scooter's very last show with Straightleggedkick. I know we broke up last April, and I know that Zook kept reporting that we got back together later this past summer. We're done, for good. First Grade Crush made us promise to play at least one of their cd release shows before we wently gently into that good night. Of course, we said "yes". So here we are. They have a new album, entitled "Our Time Down Here" coming out (their second on JumpUp Records) (Matt did the artwork for the LP, which will probably never come out so don't hold your breath ... just know that it looks fantabulous), and we're holding firm to our end of the bargain. Do I expect the New Yorkers/Philadelphianites/Californians/Aussies/Hawaii-folk to show? No. But, nearly half of the links to the left are run by people living within BloomingtonNormal town lines. Get off your asses. Come rock out with the PS Crew & SLK & FGC & all the other bands & everyone else ... ever.
Spent almost the entire night up until this point revising and redoing a paper on Jane Eyre. Don't make me bore you with the details. I've got my three drafts and annotated bibliography together. The final version clocked in @ a slim 3569 words (11 pgs double spaced). Is it my best work to date? Probably not. I'm thinking that the grammar paper I turned in last week was most likely the best paper I'll ever write, and it was only five pages long, too. Succint. To the point.
Being an English major isn't all that difficult. Half of the work is trying to get through all the inane comments that people toss out during classes. As Kenzo has said, English majors, for the most part, simply love to hear themselves talk. Now, I realize that you are a captive on the receiving end of this one-sided conversation, which kind of takes some of the wind out of the sails on that last comment, but try and forget about all that for a moment. I try my hardest, at least on this here BLARG, not to sound pretentious and self-righteous and whiny. I know it comes through from time to time, but I'm only human. Apologies.
Most English majors will stab you through the forehead if it means they'll get an "A" on a paper. Blows my fucking mind how much some of these kids snip and moan and jockey for favors from the professor. Am I above most of this? Believe it. I'm getting an "A" in my drama class so far this semester, and up until last week, the professor didn't even know my name. Do you have to make yourself well known in order to get good grades? Hell no. Just make sure that what you say in your writing is (a) worthwhile (b) to the point, & (c) not just a list of quotes from obscure sources that you combed the library for. Make up something. Go out on a limb. English professors, at least in my experience, seem to like it when someone says something controversial. Call Cyrano de Bergerac a "pussy". Tell a bunch of feminists to stop worrying about the pronoun "he". Call Jane Eyre a "whore". Just make sure you can back it up, and you'll be golden.
Look up, motherfuckers. Seriously. Look up.
Normally, I wouldn't post shows on the website, but this one's definitely special. Yes, yes. It's myself and Matt and Scooter's very last show with Straightleggedkick. I know we broke up last April, and I know that Zook kept reporting that we got back together later this past summer. We're done, for good. First Grade Crush made us promise to play at least one of their cd release shows before we wently gently into that good night. Of course, we said "yes". So here we are. They have a new album, entitled "Our Time Down Here" coming out (their second on JumpUp Records) (Matt did the artwork for the LP, which will probably never come out so don't hold your breath ... just know that it looks fantabulous), and we're holding firm to our end of the bargain. Do I expect the New Yorkers/Philadelphianites/Californians/Aussies/Hawaii-folk to show? No. But, nearly half of the links to the left are run by people living within BloomingtonNormal town lines. Get off your asses. Come rock out with the PS Crew & SLK & FGC & all the other bands & everyone else ... ever.
Spent almost the entire night up until this point revising and redoing a paper on Jane Eyre. Don't make me bore you with the details. I've got my three drafts and annotated bibliography together. The final version clocked in @ a slim 3569 words (11 pgs double spaced). Is it my best work to date? Probably not. I'm thinking that the grammar paper I turned in last week was most likely the best paper I'll ever write, and it was only five pages long, too. Succint. To the point.
Being an English major isn't all that difficult. Half of the work is trying to get through all the inane comments that people toss out during classes. As Kenzo has said, English majors, for the most part, simply love to hear themselves talk. Now, I realize that you are a captive on the receiving end of this one-sided conversation, which kind of takes some of the wind out of the sails on that last comment, but try and forget about all that for a moment. I try my hardest, at least on this here BLARG, not to sound pretentious and self-righteous and whiny. I know it comes through from time to time, but I'm only human. Apologies.
Most English majors will stab you through the forehead if it means they'll get an "A" on a paper. Blows my fucking mind how much some of these kids snip and moan and jockey for favors from the professor. Am I above most of this? Believe it. I'm getting an "A" in my drama class so far this semester, and up until last week, the professor didn't even know my name. Do you have to make yourself well known in order to get good grades? Hell no. Just make sure that what you say in your writing is (a) worthwhile (b) to the point, & (c) not just a list of quotes from obscure sources that you combed the library for. Make up something. Go out on a limb. English professors, at least in my experience, seem to like it when someone says something controversial. Call Cyrano de Bergerac a "pussy". Tell a bunch of feminists to stop worrying about the pronoun "he". Call Jane Eyre a "whore". Just make sure you can back it up, and you'll be golden.
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