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My brain hasn't accepted anything except reading lately, and I can't even stay on one thing. I've been re-reading my Russian book, The Bronze Horseman, that no one takes my advice on. After reading the second book I can see how the protagonist becomes the woman she does, and it's more interesting. I'm also seeing again the things I -didn't- like about the book. But, I think everyone has things they don't like about one of their favorite books. The prose is far from purple--it's flowery with a purpose; descriptive, and even businesslike. There are some cliches, sometimes she will wax poetical and make me cringe, but it's not really about that. I haven't gotten to the fifty-page smutfest yet, but I think I shall try to look at it at a different angle to keep things interesting.
But yes, that's the only book I've been able to focus on fully. I'm officially reading City of Bones by Cassandra Clare, but I only have a digital copy and something about reading it on my screen is giving me serious ADD. It's never bothered me before. So, lately, I've been reading the first chapter of every book on my shelf. Right now I'm working on Sword of Shannara by Terry Brooks, whose first chapter is rather long. There have been a couple books that have really impressed me, ones that I don't know much about but are seriously considering reading -next-, after I can focus properly. Those two are Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger and At Swim, Two Boys by James O'Neil. TTW's first chapter was beautifully written and epically confusing. At Swim is written in very colloquial Irish that sometimes only makes sense if you read it out loud in an accent. I'm just excited it's such an incredibly sophisticated and ~literary~ book about gays. It makes me happy.
Also, on a random and very picky Harry/Draco kick. So far only the author furiosity has been able to satisfy my needs (those needs being the boys being fiercely in-character).
School itself is going meh. I took a day off Thursday before last, which was probably a mistake. In German, she's just a tad too cheerful and squeaky, and the homework is very very hard. I'm still determined to learn this damn language. Perhaps over the summer I will take a book I've already read, only in German, and just go through it with a dictionary in hand. Archaeology is really just boring right now--mostly theory and history. At least the professor's amusing. I got an 83 on the first test, and now I know exactly how to take notes in that class. Language and Culture is interesting, but annoyingly placed in my schedule. The Archaeology lab is dull and inconvenient to get to always and forever. Band is okay. Bassoon doesn't sound like a dying moth anymore, but still not the best. I think tomorrow, I'm going to wake up early and drag that bundle of sticks to a practice room. Next semester I will very likely be moving into an on-campus apartment. I applied for a job, but I hear the hiring process is slow-going thanks to Aramark beaurocracy, but it's still a possibility.
I think I've made my schedule too convenient. I never wake up when I want to, and my sleep schedule is bitched to fuck, along with my self-discipline. My body refuses to realize that it did in fact survive off of very little sleep last semester. Yesterday I slept until four. This seriously needs to stop, and I'm working on it.
There's a Catholic church just north of the Student Union, across busy-ass Tennessee St. I've always been curious about it, since it's the only Catholic church I've seen in the area--Protestantism is big down here. I lovingly call it Our Lady of Compensation because it's a relatively small building with a phallic bell tower about thrice as tall as the rest of it. It's actually called St. Thomas More Co-Cathedral. The courtyard is nice, and I found outlets on little stone obelisks that were probably intended for lights, but I may one day just sit there with my laptop to take notes, even if there is no internet. I've been curious about it in general, and have intended to go to mass for quite some time. This morning, because I was up and already heading in that general direction with Jules, I went to the 10am mass. Inside is inviting and warm, filled with stained glass mosaics. The interior is primarily wood, with lights hanging in rows. The altar area is modest in comparison to some that I've seen. When I came in I felt...something, I don't rightly know what. It was all-over just a very interesting experience because I've been having some odd religion-y feelings. Last week when I went to visit, it was raining and the doors were locked to me. I thought it was a sign. This week, when I was in mass, the reading was from Paul's first letter to the Corinthians, which is about how love is the prevailing message here, more important than faith or anything else. Also a sign, I like to think.
Yeah, I don't even know.
I seem to have lost both my glasses and my debit card on the same night.
What I would most like to do right now is lay down at the beach with my books and my little online life and my notebook so I can write the shit I don't have time for.
On the bright side, my mom and brother and I are trying to plan something to do the weekend of my birthday. It's a Thursday, aka shittiest day of the week, but they'll be coming up during the weekend and it'll be awesome. She's saying we should meet somewhere in the middle but is adamant in her avoidance of Orlando, and I just wonder what the hell there is to do in Tampa. Besides theater ($$$)
But yes, that's the only book I've been able to focus on fully. I'm officially reading City of Bones by Cassandra Clare, but I only have a digital copy and something about reading it on my screen is giving me serious ADD. It's never bothered me before. So, lately, I've been reading the first chapter of every book on my shelf. Right now I'm working on Sword of Shannara by Terry Brooks, whose first chapter is rather long. There have been a couple books that have really impressed me, ones that I don't know much about but are seriously considering reading -next-, after I can focus properly. Those two are Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger and At Swim, Two Boys by James O'Neil. TTW's first chapter was beautifully written and epically confusing. At Swim is written in very colloquial Irish that sometimes only makes sense if you read it out loud in an accent. I'm just excited it's such an incredibly sophisticated and ~literary~ book about gays. It makes me happy.
Also, on a random and very picky Harry/Draco kick. So far only the author furiosity has been able to satisfy my needs (those needs being the boys being fiercely in-character).
School itself is going meh. I took a day off Thursday before last, which was probably a mistake. In German, she's just a tad too cheerful and squeaky, and the homework is very very hard. I'm still determined to learn this damn language. Perhaps over the summer I will take a book I've already read, only in German, and just go through it with a dictionary in hand. Archaeology is really just boring right now--mostly theory and history. At least the professor's amusing. I got an 83 on the first test, and now I know exactly how to take notes in that class. Language and Culture is interesting, but annoyingly placed in my schedule. The Archaeology lab is dull and inconvenient to get to always and forever. Band is okay. Bassoon doesn't sound like a dying moth anymore, but still not the best. I think tomorrow, I'm going to wake up early and drag that bundle of sticks to a practice room. Next semester I will very likely be moving into an on-campus apartment. I applied for a job, but I hear the hiring process is slow-going thanks to Aramark beaurocracy, but it's still a possibility.
I think I've made my schedule too convenient. I never wake up when I want to, and my sleep schedule is bitched to fuck, along with my self-discipline. My body refuses to realize that it did in fact survive off of very little sleep last semester. Yesterday I slept until four. This seriously needs to stop, and I'm working on it.
There's a Catholic church just north of the Student Union, across busy-ass Tennessee St. I've always been curious about it, since it's the only Catholic church I've seen in the area--Protestantism is big down here. I lovingly call it Our Lady of Compensation because it's a relatively small building with a phallic bell tower about thrice as tall as the rest of it. It's actually called St. Thomas More Co-Cathedral. The courtyard is nice, and I found outlets on little stone obelisks that were probably intended for lights, but I may one day just sit there with my laptop to take notes, even if there is no internet. I've been curious about it in general, and have intended to go to mass for quite some time. This morning, because I was up and already heading in that general direction with Jules, I went to the 10am mass. Inside is inviting and warm, filled with stained glass mosaics. The interior is primarily wood, with lights hanging in rows. The altar area is modest in comparison to some that I've seen. When I came in I felt...something, I don't rightly know what. It was all-over just a very interesting experience because I've been having some odd religion-y feelings. Last week when I went to visit, it was raining and the doors were locked to me. I thought it was a sign. This week, when I was in mass, the reading was from Paul's first letter to the Corinthians, which is about how love is the prevailing message here, more important than faith or anything else. Also a sign, I like to think.
Yeah, I don't even know.
I seem to have lost both my glasses and my debit card on the same night.
What I would most like to do right now is lay down at the beach with my books and my little online life and my notebook so I can write the shit I don't have time for.
On the bright side, my mom and brother and I are trying to plan something to do the weekend of my birthday. It's a Thursday, aka shittiest day of the week, but they'll be coming up during the weekend and it'll be awesome. She's saying we should meet somewhere in the middle but is adamant in her avoidance of Orlando, and I just wonder what the hell there is to do in Tampa. Besides theater ($$$)