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So, I've been neglecting my LJ but with good reason. These past few weeks have me furiously at work again. This is the the first day I've had without the threat of homework looming over me so I figured that I would log on and look at some bad tattoos. I keep having this recurring dream in which I am getting ready to hand in all of my essays at the end of the semester and then I realise I still have one more to go; for a class that I haven't attended, or did any of the readings for and have completely forgotten about. Apparently these dreams aren't too strange though. My uncles have similar dreams still, and my 74 year-old grandfather still has dreams every now again about forgetting his locker combination. I don't understand why we would even want to put this much stress on ourselves. I guess education is its own reward.
Today is the first cold day of the year, which is a nice break from the battering heat of summer and continually showing up to class looking like I just got out of a pool, but it is sad at the same time. I am going to miss the green leaves. I already miss all of the flowers that were growing in the park a block from our apartment. They used to have three rows of flowers, the first row was this type of light purple flower, then there were these bright yellow flowers sandwiched in between these deep purple flowers (I have no idea what kind of flowers they were as I'm no botanist). But the contrast of colours made them stand out so much that they almost literally assaulted your eyes, in a visual recreation of the Storming of the Bastille. I remember when I first saw the flower bed I had to stop for a second in order to take it all in.
...And now they're dead. They've been mowed down by the Ottawa parks and recreation dept. so that my eyes won't have to witness they're horrible deaths with the first frosts of autumn. Instead I only have to espy barren flower beds - void of all signs of life (I'm sure that there's some in there, it's just not coming out). Soon they'll lower the canal, the trees will become bare, the snow will fall and I'll long to be anywhere but Ottawa.
Today is the first cold day of the year, which is a nice break from the battering heat of summer and continually showing up to class looking like I just got out of a pool, but it is sad at the same time. I am going to miss the green leaves. I already miss all of the flowers that were growing in the park a block from our apartment. They used to have three rows of flowers, the first row was this type of light purple flower, then there were these bright yellow flowers sandwiched in between these deep purple flowers (I have no idea what kind of flowers they were as I'm no botanist). But the contrast of colours made them stand out so much that they almost literally assaulted your eyes, in a visual recreation of the Storming of the Bastille. I remember when I first saw the flower bed I had to stop for a second in order to take it all in.
...And now they're dead. They've been mowed down by the Ottawa parks and recreation dept. so that my eyes won't have to witness they're horrible deaths with the first frosts of autumn. Instead I only have to espy barren flower beds - void of all signs of life (I'm sure that there's some in there, it's just not coming out). Soon they'll lower the canal, the trees will become bare, the snow will fall and I'll long to be anywhere but Ottawa.