The toilet backed up, but you don't want to hear about that.
I think it has been snowing without stopping since Sunday morning. Certainly, the drive up here was not so wonderful, and a new layer of white falls to the ground every moment. It is certainly pretty, but ...
The thought of end-of-semester projects overwhelms me. I have two big papers, neither of which I have really started on -- I've checked out books and thought about them, certainly, but little more. But beginning ... beginning is a hard thing.
Today the "class pictures" were posted -- this means that, through our student web resources, I can stalk find out who is in each of my classes. This semester there aren't so many people I know. Russian Lit is full of either non-English majors or underclassmen that I don't know, Self Defense and Children's Lit are pretty much female-centric classes (but again, few if any that I know), Intro to Film is likewise comprised of strangers, and Japanese ... has a total of four students, including me. FOUR. Now, my class was small this semester too -- I think there are only 10 of us -- but really. At least they won't cancel the class on us (if they were going to, I should think they would have told us by now).
This afternoon I got an e-mail from a professor about a group project I had worked on. He was writing to comment on the project as well as give us our grade. Good and fine -- he liked the project. Problem was, he said the project was done by "Betsy and Emily" when in fact it was done by Betsy and me, and my name is not Emily. That was an awkward e-mail to send (but necessary, as I wanted to make sure my grade was not given to one of the two or three Emilys in the class).
I think I am going to end up getting an iPod nano, even though I really should not be spending my money on it and it is frivolous and I am afraid it will be stolen/broken/lost/etc. But what color shall I choose? I am meditating on green. Black and silver are ravishing as well.
(Don't you wish you could collect them all and change them to match your shoes? Not that I have green shoes, but I wish I did.)
I am reading Wednesday Wars, which is surprisingly good for a book written by my college's faculty. The last book I read that was written by one of my college's faculty was not quite so good.
(Both were for my YA Lit course. This is the same professor who called me "Emily" and has not told us anything about a paper that we may or may not have to do by the end of the semester. I think he needs to revise his syllabus, and perhaps his brain as well.)
One of the girls on the Chimes staff has written a review of Twilight. I cannot wait to read it, but if she is positive about it ... I may just need to write a counterpoint, if only for my own personal gratification. I saw the film this weekend, and it was absolutely, deliciously atrocious -- perfect MST3K material, which is what my dear friends and I did. More fun than a barrel of monkeys. (And Edward and his cohorts are at least more attractive than a barrel of monkeys.)
Other things I did this weekend: read for class, watched inane TV programs, read for class, snuggled with my cat, read for class, ate.
(I suppose I already talked about all of that.)
I am hoping to get two packages this week (possibly more?).
Things that I am waiting for:
-new battery for my camera, ordered on amazon yesterday.
-possible package from my mother?
-Toward the Terra pt. 3, Code Geass pt. 2 LE
I keep forgetting the last ones; it seems like I ordered them ages ago, but I suppose it has only been a few weeks.
(I should probably stop ordering things, but I cannot seem to help myself. Anyway, I've been waiting on the camera battery for way too long. I just hope it works, as that would prove that it is indeed my battery and not my camera that is snarfled. Yes, I made that word up.)
I suppose I'm in a silly mood today. This is probably the beginning of cabin fever. I went outside my room for class, and then for a Chimes meeting. During the Chimes meeting (note that it is the newspaper's policy to italicize its own name, and I as head copy editor cannot go against that), I felt rather feverish. Now I just feel blase, and like I shouldn't have spent so much time looking up more silly things about mp3 players. I am oversaturated with information, but it is all the same, and it does not mean much.
... This entry grew -- piled up like the snow outside.
The thought of end-of-semester projects overwhelms me. I have two big papers, neither of which I have really started on -- I've checked out books and thought about them, certainly, but little more. But beginning ... beginning is a hard thing.
Today the "class pictures" were posted -- this means that, through our student web resources, I can stalk find out who is in each of my classes. This semester there aren't so many people I know. Russian Lit is full of either non-English majors or underclassmen that I don't know, Self Defense and Children's Lit are pretty much female-centric classes (but again, few if any that I know), Intro to Film is likewise comprised of strangers, and Japanese ... has a total of four students, including me. FOUR. Now, my class was small this semester too -- I think there are only 10 of us -- but really. At least they won't cancel the class on us (if they were going to, I should think they would have told us by now).
This afternoon I got an e-mail from a professor about a group project I had worked on. He was writing to comment on the project as well as give us our grade. Good and fine -- he liked the project. Problem was, he said the project was done by "Betsy and Emily" when in fact it was done by Betsy and me, and my name is not Emily. That was an awkward e-mail to send (but necessary, as I wanted to make sure my grade was not given to one of the two or three Emilys in the class).
I think I am going to end up getting an iPod nano, even though I really should not be spending my money on it and it is frivolous and I am afraid it will be stolen/broken/lost/etc. But what color shall I choose? I am meditating on green. Black and silver are ravishing as well.
(Don't you wish you could collect them all and change them to match your shoes? Not that I have green shoes, but I wish I did.)
I am reading Wednesday Wars, which is surprisingly good for a book written by my college's faculty. The last book I read that was written by one of my college's faculty was not quite so good.
(Both were for my YA Lit course. This is the same professor who called me "Emily" and has not told us anything about a paper that we may or may not have to do by the end of the semester. I think he needs to revise his syllabus, and perhaps his brain as well.)
One of the girls on the Chimes staff has written a review of Twilight. I cannot wait to read it, but if she is positive about it ... I may just need to write a counterpoint, if only for my own personal gratification. I saw the film this weekend, and it was absolutely, deliciously atrocious -- perfect MST3K material, which is what my dear friends and I did. More fun than a barrel of monkeys. (And Edward and his cohorts are at least more attractive than a barrel of monkeys.)
Other things I did this weekend: read for class, watched inane TV programs, read for class, snuggled with my cat, read for class, ate.
(I suppose I already talked about all of that.)
I am hoping to get two packages this week (possibly more?).
Things that I am waiting for:
-new battery for my camera, ordered on amazon yesterday.
-possible package from my mother?
-Toward the Terra pt. 3, Code Geass pt. 2 LE
I keep forgetting the last ones; it seems like I ordered them ages ago, but I suppose it has only been a few weeks.
(I should probably stop ordering things, but I cannot seem to help myself. Anyway, I've been waiting on the camera battery for way too long. I just hope it works, as that would prove that it is indeed my battery and not my camera that is snarfled. Yes, I made that word up.)
I suppose I'm in a silly mood today. This is probably the beginning of cabin fever. I went outside my room for class, and then for a Chimes meeting. During the Chimes meeting (note that it is the newspaper's policy to italicize its own name, and I as head copy editor cannot go against that), I felt rather feverish. Now I just feel blase, and like I shouldn't have spent so much time looking up more silly things about mp3 players. I am oversaturated with information, but it is all the same, and it does not mean much.
... This entry grew -- piled up like the snow outside.