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What is my Stargate threesome? by woodface
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Heh. Got Chevron Guy and Sam when I typed in "Becca," and Thor and Major Davis when I tried "Rebecca." Gotta love the Asgard.

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It's so weird to be done with classes by 11 AM on Mondays and Fridays (choir is Wed. evenings). I only have history! Scott is great in discussions, or he was today, at any rate. If you give the wrong answer to a question, he'll shoot you down in an entertaining manner (it's entertaining for the rest of the class, anyway), but then comment on where and when that answer would be correct, so you learn a lot more than just about the period or place or whatever that the discussion is concentrating on. I quite enjoyed it.

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Salsa and swing dance tonight! Yaaaaaaay ballroom newbies and assorted other freshmen! It's so cool to actually know what the hell I'm doing and to be teaching other people. ;) I suppose I'll wear my new black dress that I got for ~$8 the day we were messing about in Columbus. Wheee!

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I'm actually going to submit photography to Hika this year. (I've never really done photos that I would consider artsy and/or worthy of being submitted anywhere; this is very new.) I'm gonna see if Pezzers can gather up the photos we took of each other jumping out of swings last May and submit as a group. I have a really good one of Chandra, I think she has a really good one of me, Whitney and Ellen have good ones of each other, IIRC... It would make an interesting entry, I think.

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That's it for the random bits and pieces of my life at the moment.

A new, poisoned leaf.

I am such a stereotypical snotty English major.

We're doing Yeats at the moment in my Irish Lit. class. (We'll be returning to him often because, dude--it's Yeats.) You must understand that William Butler Yeats is my idol. I've read almost all of his poems, many of them multiple times. I've even read some of his verse plays. I wrote my twelve-page term paper on his poetry in AP English. I've used poems by him for models for my own writing countless times.

To put it mildly, I have an obsession with this poet.

So I got a used copy of the selected poems book of his we're using, and the previous owners had marked in it semi-frequently. For the most part, they have no idea what they're talking about. I'm writing snarky comments in response to these earlier scribbles. Oh, yes. Granted, they probably haven't read several bios of Yeats and commentary on his poems like I have, and a couple of the notes are interesting (if completely wrong) interpretations, but YEESH!

And see? There I go, being snotty. I need to control this urge. I don't want to be a snotty person.