Homework

So I discovered that my friend who shares her itunes library with everyone within range has the Indiana Jones soundtrack on her itunes. While a normal human being would probably not listen to a movie soundtrack just for fun, I put it on so I could listen to something that wouldn't distract me while I was doing my homework. And I made a discovery.

Listening to Indiana Jones while doing my homework makes it feel like an epic accomplishment when I finish something.

So after finishing a review of a play I went to see last week and e-mailing it to myself, the soundtrack was finished. My next task? Astronomy accompanied by Star Wars. Appropriate? I think so. Highly appropriate, in fact.

It's really a comfort to know that I find enjoyment in my homework when it has a soundtrack. Why can't life have a soundtrack? I really sometimes wish that it would, but then I realize that my life would have the ironic "oh how sad" mocking music whenever I do something stupid, and I worry that that would get a little old. And would other people be able to hear my life's soundtrack? I wonder, because I'd rather not have other people hear the "love theme" when someone I think is attractive walks by. That would just be embarrassing...for everyone involved, I'm sure. Though amusing for others, I suppose. As of right now, if my life had a soundtrack, I would like it to be composed by John Williams or Hans Zimmer. Or maybe Alan Silvestri. Not so sure about Danny Elfman, he does a lot of creepy stuff...
I'm going to have to give some thought as to who shall compose the soundtrack of my life. I'll keep you posted.

Riddle Me This

So on Friday, one of my friends called me at midnight, asking me if I could take a look at a poem he had written to submit to this magazine. I said that I would, and promptly spent the good part of an hour talking to him about his poem, suggesting revisions and complimenting my favorite lines and concepts.
Of course, this doesn't seem like it might be an odd occurrence.
Except...
I have sworn to loathe poetry for all eternity.
In fact, one of my favorite homework assignments is to critique my classmates' poems for class. Is it the poetry or something else?

I would say that despite my growing fancy for poetry, it's "something else." For some reason, I really enjoy critiquing and editing things. For instance, I've got lined up a paper by my best friend and a short story by a friend here, both to distract me from my Astronomy reading. Which believe me, is fine by me.
Why do I like editing and critiquing? Is it because I get to tear open a piece of writing and write all over it in pretty colors? Is it because I'm self-righteous and think that whatever I'm critiquing is made better just because I'm writing all over it in pretty colors? I wonder if an ability to edit and critique comes naturally or if it's something you learn from critiquing your own work...I don't really know, but I do know that the next person who tells me they're writing a paper, I will be volunteering to edit it. I hope I don't put the Writing Center out of business.

“Only presidents, editors and people with tapeworms have the right to use the editorial we.” - Mark Twain

Reflection

This Valentine’s Day I think I’ll reflect
on things that matter to me.
Not on chocolates, on trinkets or candies,
but on the one who I love to see.

My valentine is truly a wonder,
with a heart made of purest gold.
Only ever speaking when I speak,
my valentine is certainly bold.

My valentine has hair like mine
and beautiful green eyes too.
Not so sure ‘bout my valentine’s style,
but that’s between me and you.

But there’s a fact I’ve begun to realize.
Oh yes, it’s getting clearer…
My valentine looks quite like me!
Oh wait. Is that the mirror?

Happy Valentine’s Day!