I keep forgetting I have Semagic...

[alexmegami]

Update on the essay: Simon came online not five minutes after Patrick vanished, and the following ensued:

Simon: Aleeex!
Alex: Simoooon!
Alex: Mooby!
Simon: *lol*
Alex: Help me analyze this stupid sonnet!
Alex: It is TEH EVIL!
Alex: *cling*
Simon: Woops. Gotta go... er... go... eat?
Simon: Fine..
Alex: I shouldn't be this hyper...
Alex: NOOOO!
Simon: *l*
Alex: *cling*
Alex: Like Saran.
Alex: WRAP!
Alex: *wraps*
Alex: *like a white girl*
Alex: *mah nigga*
Alex: Wha?
Simon: XD
Simon: But yes, yes, fine. I'll help you analyze t3h evil. But first.
Simon: This is from an e-mail from my mom: "I started cleaning your room a bit. That meens, your book shelf. I hope that you do not mind. I tossed out all tests and diverse paper dating back to grade 7 and 8. You know what I found! You are one lucky, rich gay!!!!"
Alex: XD
Simon: Yup.
Alex: I love your mom.
Simon: *lol*
Simon: You just want her for her food. ^_~
Alex: Well... yes.
Alex: Sooo... having fondue any time soon? *shifty-eyes*

This progressed for a while, but then Simon helped me with the actual, you know, meaning of the poem (Patrick focused on the technical aspects of it). I'm now at a point where I am cataloguing various things: instances of simile, metaphor, etc. Right now I'm on assonance/consonance/alliteration/reverse rhyme/pararhyme. Next will be onomatopoeia, which I don't think there is any of, but I can always look. I'll probably start trying to come up with a thesis and actually write the essay tomorrow. It should be... hmm... probably three or four double-spaced pages, typed. I think I can fill that much. I'll get more help tomorrow.

I also got to talk to Joyee! Yay! That makes Alex a happy kitten. Also, Simon sent me music. Much with the dancing.

Right now, I'm considering where to go eat dinner. I may just bike down to Wendy's or something and grab something fast-foody (as Joyee put it). Then again, I haven't had much to eat today... I suppose I could always eat something small, here, and wait until Mel's. Oh yeah, isn't there supposed to be food at LARP? I dunno if that'll be sufficient though...

I think I'll take my backpack, and work on this some more before game starts. I hate feeling like I'm getting nowhere.

Onward to the Balle Noir!

Comments

[theeternalmind.livejournal.com]

ONOMATOPOEIA! ZIP! ZOOM! CRASH!!

[alexmegami]

XD *love*

[theeternalmind.livejournal.com]

I find it amusing that such a fucking difficult word (I regard myself as a pretty good speller, and I can never remember how to spell onomatopoeia; I always have to look it up) describes such a simplistic concept.