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Mondays Suck. Close Readings Suck. Many Things Suck.
March 4th, 2002 - 6:51 a.m.I'm Currently Avoiding:
I'm having so much fun I tell you. It's right up there on the fun meter...at about a -6. Mondays are nearly always automatically a 0, if not a negative on the fun meter. They bite. Well, they haven't actually been too bad this semester, but this one is going to suck. It has to. Any day when papers are due is given a lousy rating. Oh, and what are they going to do at 1 pm when I'll probably be writing frantically? Fire drill. That's right. They're going to interrupt my concentration and my writing with a loud alarm so I can go stand outside for a few minutes while there *isn't* a fire. And what are they going to interrupt? My writing of a close reading. I already hate close readings to begin with and they're prolonging the agony by making me stop. Damn them. And shoot me. I can't believe I have 20 more pages to write this week. Why can't I write in my sleep?
succumb (v. suh-KUM)
1 : to yield to superior strength or force or overpowering appeal or desire
2 : to be brought to an end (as death) by the effect of destructive or disruptive forces
If the idea of someone succumbing brings to mind the image of a person lying down before more powerful forces, you have an excellent grasp of the Latin that gave us succumb. Succumb is derived from the French word succomber, which in turn is from the Latin word succumbere, meaning to fall down, yield. Succumbere was formed by combining sub- (under) with -cumbere, which means to lie down. The earliest application of succumb in the late 15th century was as a transitive verb meaning to bring down, overwhelm, but this sense is now obsolete. The current sense of to yield first appeared in print in 1604; the more specific use -- which describes yielding to a disease or other destructive force -- followed two centuries later.
I probably could whine some more about having to write all this crap this week, but it's going to get old. But still...I really loathe having to pick apart a text. It's such a pain in the ass. And then tonight I get to write a paper in a language other than English! Oh joy. Blech. At least the stress therapy thing is working. To some extent at any rate. But spending money probably isn't the best idea I could have. Argh. Why am I in college again? Just another year of this...well, if I don't go to grad school that is. Blech.
Song of the Day: "Rebel Yell" by Billy Idol because I'm feeling decidedly anti-establishment today.
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