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dung-n-drung

Sturm und Drung.

A literary movement in Germany meaning 'Storm and Stress' which defied the cult of rationalism and sterile imitation of the French Enlightenment. It romanticized the idea that through sturm and drung a person is enriched. If that's the case, I have enough drung in my life to live a very very wealthy woman.

But I'm still collecting drung. And still so broke. At least I finally finished the essay on the relationship between science, society and religion during the Enlightenment. Round of plause *applauses self in circular motion.* That leaves me with a research paper on Hamlet--that ~I think~ is due this week along with a report on three historical movies by Friday. Oooh *snaps fingers* let's see, what else-- a Calculus test on Wednesday, and crikey! yet another, (a Cumulative Test this time) on Friday. Chapter Notes long overdue, SATs on Saturday--excuse me while I run around in circles, flapping my arms whilst shrieking, 'The drung! The drung!'

It's the end of the quarter and everything is crammed together and really not healthy for me in an alltogether sense. Last year I was coughing up blood. Trying to down a bottle of tylenol was probably not the most medically correct way of curing it either. But don't worry, I don't plan on dying of ulcer. It's just not a romantic way to go.

Am I imagining things or is there a connection in the way Bill and I think? His latest entry contain similar musings that I had today. In fact, so identical it's spooky and I'd just like to take a moment to point out-- stop reading my mind, Bill. I sat through Calculus this morning and thought of how different life would be now if I could do it all over again. Go back to where it began, with the knowledge and insight to life that I have now. I'd certainly be kinder. And maybe I would have been able to keep my childhood dream of becoming a Missionary. But like Bill, I do tend to romanticize the past--as if somehow, I was a better person then than I am now. I'm not sure if any grand revelation ever came to me to keep me from entertaining the idea. But I did stop. The teacher was calling on me for an answer.

And now off to live my drungful life.

I shall end this bombasticism with a blatant abusage of my one-word German vocabulary:

Drung stinks! Kareen ~~works~~ slaves!

10.07.02 - 10:07 p.m.

	dung-n-drung Sturm und Drung. A literary movement in Germany meaning 'Storm and Stress' which defied the cult of rationalism and sterile imitation of the French Enlightenment. It romanticized the idea that through sturm and drung a person is enriched. If that's the case, I have enough drung in my life to live a very very wealthy woman. But I'm still collecting drung. And still so broke. At least I finally finished the essay on the relationship between science, society and religion during the Enlightenment. Round of plause applauses self in circular motion. That leaves me with a research paper on Hamlet--that ~I think~ is due this week along with a report on three historical movies by Friday. Oooh snaps fingers let's see, what else-- a Calculus test on Wednesday, and crikey! yet another, (a Cumulative Test this time) on Friday. Chapter Notes long overdue, SATs on Saturday--excuse me while I run around in circles, flapping my arms whilst shrieking, 'The drung! The drung!' It's the end of the quarter and everything is crammed together and really not healthy for me in an alltogether sense. Last year I was coughing up blood. Trying to down a bottle of tylenol was probably not the most medically correct way of curing it either. But don't worry, I don't plan on dying of ulcer. It's just not a romantic way to go. Am I imagining things or is there a connection in the way Bill and I think? His latest entry contain similar musings that I had today. In fact, so identical it's spooky and I'd just like to take a moment to point out-- stop reading my mind, Bill. I sat through Calculus this morning and thought of how different life would be now if I could do it all over again. Go back to where it began, with the knowledge and insight to life that I have now. I'd certainly be kinder. And maybe I would have been able to keep my childhood dream of becoming a Missionary. But like Bill, I do tend to romanticize the past--as if somehow, I was a better person then than I am now. I'm not sure if any grand revelation ever came to me to keep me from entertaining the idea. But I did stop. The teacher was calling on me for an answer. And now off to live my drungful life. I shall end this bombasticism with a blatant abusage of my one-word German vocabulary: Drung stinks! Kareen ~~works~~ slaves! 10.07.02 - 10:07 p.m.