It’s the last minute homework push! As of this instant I am awaiting comments on my “In Your Own Voice” piece for creative writing. Poor Charlotte... I should have given her something more uplifting to proof. I basically wrote the story as if I was drunk at a bar, blabbering about my best friend. Then! OH! THE TWIST! Turns out, I’m the completely sober bartender. Didn’t see that coming. Now I have to decide if I want to read it in class. Part of this less than pleasant assignment is that I get to present it. Yay. Oh well... slipped an “f” word in there for some good old fashion shock value.
Next up, I must revise the fables from two weeks ago so I have something to comment on. It’s only going to take another hour and a half or so. After that, I may or may not bathe. Probably not. I did that earlier today. I think I’ll save that for tomorrow morning. It’ll help get me through a twelve hour day.
Once that’s done I am going to continue reading the genius work of Mr. Primo Levi. I am right here, right now going to recommend this book to everyone reading my blog. This man was an Italian Jew sent to Auschwitz. His book is about his stay there. It is honestly the most bizarre, creepy, eye opening book I have ever read. It’s so full of detail, small things that are really huge to a prisoner, but his tone is kind of... detached in a way which I think makes it as addicting as it is. I couldn’t put it down last night. I don’t know if that’s sick and twisted or not, but reading this book is like sitting with this guy by the fireplace as he’s telling it and watching it happen to him from above all at the same time. It’s cruel, disturbing and I don’t know whether or not to be ashamed when I say it’s fascinating. Just how the smallest things have an impact. He described how when they were in their Block for the night, when the bucket they urinated in was full, the last man to use it would have to empty it. It was so full that the guy carrying it to the latrine would spill it on his feet. These men were made to sleep two in one bunk. You did not want to be the bed partner of the guy who took out the bucket as you would have his feet next to your head for the rest of the night. I never would have thought of that... so small... Anyway, the book is called Survival in Auschwitz. It’s brilliant. Read it. I think I’m going to buy the book that follows this one and describes being liberated from the camp. It might answer a question I've had since beginning this class. How do you live afterward?
I won’t have it finished by tomorrow like I should have, but at least I’ll have something to say tomorrow in class. It’s just mind blowing.
In other news, I feel a little better today. I got some much needed sleep and did not get called in to work. It’s a small miracle. And while my imaginary friends can’t help me with my homework, they did help me clean my room. Nothing like cleaning to de-stress. Are you noticing that I clean my room a lot? I get messy when I’m stressing or over tired. But I must depart.
Sorry this entry kind of sucked. I have to get back to work though. Tomorrow I have to help create a feminist super hero. Don’t laugh. It’s harder than it sounds. I’m of course working with SARAH and the WC on this one. I’m the writer, she’s the drawer. I meant draw-er not drawer, like those things in nightstands or dresser. Artist would have been a better word choice. We have the first bit planned out which is kick ass! She’s seriously going to be awesome.
Oh I forgot.
Lauren: Go on... say it. (AWKWARD PAUSE) You’re never shy. Get your ass out here and say it.
Mr. Plunk: Hi Kathryn.
Lauren: Was that really so bad?
Mr. Plunk: No...
Well... Kathryn... I think Mr. Plunk may like you. Don’t know how you feel about it but... hey... I don’t control the duck.
I’m just kidding of course! Night everyone!