|((Snarky Hemingway Notebook by MadebyRori on Etsy))|
Classes started last week. I've already made my first post in the discussion forum of my online class, but tonight my Monday night class meets for the first time. I've already forgotten the notebook I wanted to bring with me. I'm resisting the urge to go back to the university bookstore and pick up another pack of Moleskine notebooks--but even if I do, you can never have too many Moleskines, amirite?
I'm a little crazy nervous about this class, for no good reason--except that it counts for something. It's the first step toward the ultimate goal, and not just a class I'm taking for fun, like the Bosnian/Croatian/Serbian class I took a couple semesters ago. This one should be fun too, but it's carrying a little weight with it.
To switch from notebooks to Hemingway, I watched Midnight in Paris this weekend. I didn't really care for the movie as a whole, but Hemingway was spot-on, with his semi-coloned sentences and his constant desire for a fight. That and Adrien Brody's impression of Dalí had me sold--I could have watched both of them all night.
So...first day of school. I'm shaking in my loafers.