So, had my 5-8pm class again last night. I seriously feel like my prof is constraining my poetic tendencies. Honestly, that woman makes us write these poems from models that are just ridiculous. I mean, it's one thing to write a villanelle, or sestina, or sonnet, but she makes us do these weird contemporary/modern style-poems that have a mold, and I thought that the entire point of modern poems was that they didn't really have a set style, etc. Ridiculous. Oh well, though. I'm over it.
Finally got some sweet old posters for my room. It's pimpin' now. That's right. Pimpin'. Clearly.
Ciao
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