Without reason or rhyme class makes a half assed start. Slowly like an air ride siren, increasing in volume professor X begins to talk. Silence falls, as usual. Silence tinged with slight vestiges of fear. The only person who seems unaffected is the frat boy sitting one row back seven seats over. This guy is an imbecile. All he does is sit there pontificating about all the cool shit he and his fraternity do. Its people like him whom even Ghandi couldn't stand. You sit around him and its like *inner peace*... *inner peace* "yeah then we totally were the coolest thing on planet Earth because we hiked mount Sentinel in the dark! *inner... what the fuck I think propagating cape buffalo would be cooler than that!*
Ever day I seem to have this habit of zoning out and happily writing. Then (like today) I look up and professor X is talking about old films. Apparently Edison created a Kinetoscope. Its some sort of cabinet where you look down into it and can watch the movie. I feel as if that'd make my back hurt.
Sorry, I can't let myself get distracted like that... where was I? Oh yeah! So I haven't written anything for two class period (my bad). But hell- its not like any of you actually read this blog, so why should it matter? Anyhow, I was gone for two days. Hence the no writing. Not only was I gone though, I had a reason. The night before class, as I was quite contentedly reading my assigned journalism chapter, drinking hot cocoa whilst listening to something mentally stimulating; Mozart in fact. But alas, as I sat snuggling with my journalism book, the doorbell rang. I heard my dad open the door, he then called my name. Abandoning my hopes of completing the homework (I'm sorry professor X) I quickly left my basement bedroom, ascending the staircase into society. In the entryway my dad stood deep in conversation with a Tibetan shaman. He quickly explained the plight, they needed somebody more awesome than the propagating cape buffalo, they needed... me. The ancient Shaman explained it was my destiny. If destiny was calling, who was I to resist? So I left with him. Through the course of the next few days, I found my greatest weaknesses. Within 48 hours I defeated them, coming out the other side of the adventure stronger, more confident, and more wildly dashing than even the mighty cape buffalo. What exactly did the Shaman require of me?
Ooh, apparently the movie which launched the film industry was incredibly racist. Nothing like the KKK to create a best seller.
Looking out the window I see a depressingly drab sky. Its been raining all night, both metaphorically and literally. The ground is soaking from rain, making biking to and from campus a muddy affair to say the least. Possibly more muddy than a pair of propagating cape buffalo. These old movies are almost as funny as the depressing rainy weather outside. The window is only letting in a small amount of light. The pine tree outside looks depressed and gloomy in the weather. Professor X relentlessly presses on with his suppressive powerpoint. Next to me Austin is looking at Rihanna's Facebook page. I need to have a talk with that kid.
"Film with sound will be about as successful as color photography" boy the guy who said THAT was stupid. Not only did film with sound triumph, so did color photography. Poor bastard.
Thankfully this class is almost over. When I get home I'm gonna spend some time with my propagating cape buffalo.
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