Film Noir Gone Away

Monday, 16 December 2002

Film Noir is out of the way. some­how i man­aged to get an A on my bi­gass pa­per which counts for 25% of my grade. ap­par­ent­ly i was ‘provoca­tive.’ not a word that i think is usu­al­ly ap­plied to me. maybe the prof was just try­ing to hit on me. i re­ceived a dis­tinc­tive not straight vibe from him over the se­mes­ter. he and his wife are strange folk. they nev­er show each oth­er af­fec­tion or even joke around, i think they just get off on lik­ing movies to­geth­er. but that’s gross. pret­ty much most of my film class thinks he is an erot­ic dis­si­dent. all i know is that he is bor­ing as all hell. I re­al­ly like this po­em by Richard Brautigan.

Damn Film Noir Paper

Sunday, 1 December 2002

well its over. both the snow (for now) and the ND foot­ball sea­son. af­ter the dis­as­ter­ba­cle of last night i don’t be­lieve we’ll make it in­to a good bowl game, though we’ll prob­a­bly end up in a sec­ond tier bowl. i now have the rest of the sat­ur­days of this se­mes­ter to my­self. both of them. next se­mes­ter my sat­ur­days will be con­sumed most­ly by the fenc­ing sea­son. some­times i for­get what week­ends are like. but bleak as the school year seems at times, at least i fin­ished my damn film noir pa­per