LovingMe'sLikeChewingOnPearls
Whoaaa. I actually - by some small miracle - find myself up-to-date(ish) on homework? Amazing. And by up-to-date(ish) I mean that I have homework that I could be doing, but there is no urgent need for me to be doing it... and therefore, I am not. After all, why do today what I could do tomorrow, when I could be spending that time uipdating my livejournal? Exactly....
I have, indeed, just finished my Philosophy homework, which has my mind slightly reeling. My mission? To summarise the first chapter in the book 'The Problems of Philosophy' - Appearance and Reailty. So, what is 'really' real? And how do we know how things are 'really' real? What relation to how things appear to be have to what things actually are? I've come out of this chapter realising that (1) I now doubt everything, and (2) I still have no idea what's really real. Damn. My only true hope for this homework is that my Philosophy lecturer Pas won't stab me in the face - and trust me, he's so intense, I really wouldn't put it past him. He's one of the scariest men I've ever known, quite literally. Don't get me wrong, he's one of the nicest, he's just really INTENSE. He'll ask you some question on some kind of philosophical debate, and before you have time to squeak an answer at him, he'll bomard you with philosophical fact after fact - and "I believe Socrates once said..." and then come out with a load of terminology that has little to no meaning to you whatsoever. It's scary. It's like being asked a question by the font of all knowledge - except in this instance, the font of all knowledge is a hungry-looking dog, who is likely to bite if you don't answer correctly.
Anyway, I do believe that is quite enough of me rantng about poor Pas (full name Pasquale DiLella - possibly the most awesome name ever).
Errrrmmm, as this is mainly supposed to be a fic journal, I feel that after all that ranting, I really ought to write something fic-related..... So here is a drabble from the prompt 'Quizzical' that I found on the Muse Bunny:
Rating: K+
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Wordcount: 100
Sirius’ first thought is that Remus’ bed is warm- the sort of warm that reminds you of hot baths or fireplaces after being out in the rain. Sirius is cold, and restless, and lonely, and Remus is like a touch of the forbidden, outside world. Sirius wants to hold on and not let go, because he’s afraid that if he does let go, he’ll forget there’s an outside world at all. Remus makes an inquisitive noise in the back of his throat as Sirius’ arms knot themselves around his waist, and Sirius leans over and kisses Remus on the shoulder.
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