Winter remains
Snow today. About two inches or so. I can't believe how much snow we've had in Ashland this winter. Here's the view from my window:
It's growing darker now and the cold is settling in. I complained of the cold this morning, but now it seeps in through my windows and my heater can't seem to keep it at bay.
I have a paper to write, but I'm procrastinating already. Sort of. I've done some of the work, but I haven't written the paper itself. Thankfully I have no class tomorrow. I'm worried that I might become bored this term without more to do. After all, I only have two classes that matter for anything and I don't have class most of the week. I want to use the extra time to work on my writing and read for pleasure, but I can't even motivate myself to do that. Knitting and watching television and hoping some of my friends will be as disengaged as myself so that I might hang out and not have to entertain myself are my chief employments.
That and I'm falling into archaic speech patterns in my writing. I've been reading too much Renaissance poetry. I apologize now because it'll only be worse as the term progresses.
I really have nothing worth saying here. Off I go to finish my damn scarf.
Namárië
It's growing darker now and the cold is settling in. I complained of the cold this morning, but now it seeps in through my windows and my heater can't seem to keep it at bay.
I have a paper to write, but I'm procrastinating already. Sort of. I've done some of the work, but I haven't written the paper itself. Thankfully I have no class tomorrow. I'm worried that I might become bored this term without more to do. After all, I only have two classes that matter for anything and I don't have class most of the week. I want to use the extra time to work on my writing and read for pleasure, but I can't even motivate myself to do that. Knitting and watching television and hoping some of my friends will be as disengaged as myself so that I might hang out and not have to entertain myself are my chief employments.
That and I'm falling into archaic speech patterns in my writing. I've been reading too much Renaissance poetry. I apologize now because it'll only be worse as the term progresses.
I really have nothing worth saying here. Off I go to finish my damn scarf.
Namárië