cimorene

i had one of my worst greek classes ever. looked at the clock for the first time more than once within a minute. my thoughts as scribbled in the margins of my notes:

the entire cim thing. this class is a torment. and not a sweet one. i haven't done any greek homework in more than four weeks. maybe this is bad. god, i'm so evilly arrogant--don't you loathe me? i can't even eradicate all traces of pride in it, and i'm sitting here writing this while she explains the latest homework i didn't do. and i recognize essentially none of the vocabulary. oh, the shame! must not pay attention. emergency. someone send pretty boys.

ho emou bios=my life; to tou emou biou phos= light of my life. [my first greek endearments, and i have a whole dictionary here--cackle. you're in trouble, bios emou.]

[excerpt of actual notes incl. for humor.] remove ~~article~~ augment (??) to form inf; in-->participle. erzda-->arxo-->arzdas (participle).

my eyelids are heavy. eta=31.8 minutes and ssome subconcious bit of my brain seems to be picking this ~~activ~~ up after all and randomly withholding the information. (active present participle vs???) i hate verbs! i want to speak without them. from now on. never more. verbs. bad. ick. abusive spanish teachers: BANG. venga venga! [er... that was from next door.] our saying true things does not always gladden men/ we do not always gladden men by saying true things--wtf? greek construction. unnecessary repetition? what??? class almost over! time bears everything hidden ~~in the name of~~ into the light. i like "in the name of" better. do homework? class is over, tap tap. homework. no. don't think so.

[note i gave up on leaving out the verbs. i am a wimp. yay.]