School's out for summer

I'm done with classes this semester. No more Hunter. My last final wrapped on Wednesday evening. It was my Ethics final, and I guess it was appropriate since that was the class I enjoyed most this semester. I did well on it, I think, although I was too tired to spend enough energy on making the extra credit essay coherent. As I was leaving I tried to inquire about my grade so far, and the professor was kind enough to tell me I was one of the top students in the class. It was a nice ego boost since as I uniformly bombed on the three other finals to took, but methinks that was just his way of getting me out of the class faster (I was one of the last three people left by that time).

Yesterday I proctored for Access and Accommodations (the office I notetake under). Pretty easy stuff - run around to various offices collecting and dropping off exams, watch over students taking exams, read/write for those that require it. I was exhausted, though, seeing as I'd maintained the whole three hours of sleep routine for the last week, and I was fighting snoozing on myself anytime I stayed in one place for more than 20 minutes.

Which makes me wonder why I thought going to see the new Star Wars would be a good thing afterward. I hated it. HATED IT. Not Scary Movie 2 hate, but enough hate that I actually got up while the movie was running and went to the Concession Stand, figuring Snicker Bite Size Balls would lend themselves to more fun that Lucas' creation. I never leave my seat while movies I'm watching are playing, which gives you some indication of my interest. I didn't like the first two, but I thought that with everyone buzzing about the action in this one I might become a believer. No. The acting was wooden. The script? "I don't even know you anymore!" NO ONE SHOULD EVER EVER EVER SAY THAT in a movie unless they're being purposely melodramatic. And the less that's said about "Noooooo!" the better. Ugh. So much could have been accomplished using subtlety but Lucas (and whatever ghostwriters he had lending him a hand) felt the need to throw in a corny and usually cliched line. I kept hoping the fighting would make all the dreck I sat through worthwhile, but...not for me. The entire experience just wasn't for me. I did, however, thoroughly enjoy watching the Chronicles of Narnia trailer on the big screen. Chills, big grin, and all. Cannot wait for that.

( Ramblings about road trips, my father, and my today )

The last book I finished (and the book I was reading during most of the day) was Tanith Lee's Silver Metal Lover which, regardless of it's title, is NOT a cheap Harlequinn-like book. For Lee, the book is surprisingly not graphic. Spare and well-written, it's easy and intriguing reading. About a metal pleasure bot. Heh. Not a cheap sex book, though. I was so embarrassed carrying it on the subway. I spent a lot of time reading and trying to hide the cover page. Lee didn't resort to cheesy sob-tastic endings like a certain person (*cough* Lackey *cough*) I know. Well, okay, it WAS a little cheesy, but not as bad as that other one I was engrossed in a couple of days ago. Now I don't know what to read. I have Carlin's newest book, a couple of Sin City GN's, and a Starman GN to choose from. Eh, guess I'll flip a coin.

Can't believe I forgot I'm in the middle of reading a book right now. Poppy Z. Brite's Exquisite Corpse, which appears to be about a couple of serial killers along the lines of Jeffrey Dahmer. It's interesting, but I've not yet gotten into the heart of a plot.

Ha. "Heart of a...". Sorry. Mutilation humor.

Fin.