I'm participating in
NaNoWriMo this year, and I wrote the required amount yesterday, but tonight, I'm feeling too much, and too distracted by these feelings to be able to write more than a few sentences at a time. Maybe it's hormones.
It's been slow going. I'm at 2209 words, but I need to reach 3400 to stay on track and fill the 1700-word-a-day quota. I could catch up over the weekend now that I'm not going home. But I'm tired. On many levels. I want it to be quiet and dark, but there's so much ambient noise and light here, even at night.
Registration for the spring semester is next week, and my class lineup looks like:
-E 603 B (The second semester of Plan II World Literature)
-TC310 (Modes of Reasoning: The Mathematics of Puzzles - a required Plan II class, which I'm anticipating with mixed feelings)
-BIO 311C (A pre-med course)
-CH 302 (The second semester of introductory chemistry)
-CH 204/BIO 206L (Either a bio or chem lab)
-Maybe SS 301 (Plan II Intro Psych) ... This will put me at 18 hours, and you have to get special permission to go over 17, but I'm going to see what I can do. If it doesn't work out, I might just enjoy 15 hours.
I'm almost certain that I'm going to take Turkish next year. My mother doesn't approve, but I feel strongly about it. And for my history requirement, I think I'm probably going to take a sequence on the Middle East, maybe next year as well...?
The
Lawrence Wright talk earlier tonight was interesting. I started The Looming Tower, and definitely intend to finish it now. I've acquired quite a few books recently, though, and want to find time for all of them. I'm particularly excited about one called The Botany of Desire, which describes the link between "four fundamental human desires - sweetness, beauty, intoxication, and control - with the plants that satisfy them: the apple, the tulip, marijuana, and the potato." I also need to find time for the new Juliet Marillier novel, as well as time to finish Middlesex. And keep up in World Lit.
I think some part of me is out of tandem with some natural force, because I have been feeling really strange. Maybe it's because I've consumed large amounts of caffeine over the last three days. I read Sartre's "The Wall", and felt nauseous for most of it, and now I can't shake the feeling of impending death, although I suppose death is impending, technically, for all of us.
The head hurts. It's officially cold now here, and I love seeing how people are staying warm. There's a certain type of male, however, I've realized through observation, who will never change his uniform of T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops no matter the season. Hell could freeze over.
I've been blow-drying my hair lately, in the mornings, because I hate walking outside in cold weather with wet hair, and I think it's time to get a new blow-dryer. I've had mine since junior high, and it's had a good run, but nowadays, it gives off a spark and a burning odor whenever I turn it on. That's probably not something I should be complacent about.
I have yet to decide what to do this summer! So many options.