the melody haunts my reverie
Dear Russian History,
Why are you so utterly fascinating? Normally, this would be a good thing, but your primary source documents are written in an utterly obtuse language I have no experience with and no possibility of learning before I have to write a thesis. I don't like lamenting the past-- in fact, I hate it-- but I can't help but wonder if I had taken Intensive Russian instead of Arabic freshman year if declaring an area of focus would be less angst-inducing.
I saw the BOP production of Orfeo ed Euridice tonight (directed by Masumi!) and it was wonderful. In addition to being really gloriously beautiful, it also raised a lot of interesting questions about grief and death. Considering its content, I guess it's par for the course that I really, really liked it.
Life is good, though I need to stop letting emotions bubble up while I sit around listlessly. It's not pretty when that happens, though I don't think it's as ugly as I think it is, either. Either way, I'd prefer to not get irrationally upset about there being a bunch of people I don't know in the bar on a Friday night. Luckily for me, chocolate cake and nice people exist.
Three things I'd like right now: an internship for the summer (preferably in close proximity to people I like), my mother's home-cooked meals, and for this icky stress rash to go away.
Don't stress don't stress don't stress
Easter is only a week away!
P.S. I don't think I ever wrote this in here before, because I'm superstitious or something, but I really like Jon Russ.
Why are you so utterly fascinating? Normally, this would be a good thing, but your primary source documents are written in an utterly obtuse language I have no experience with and no possibility of learning before I have to write a thesis. I don't like lamenting the past-- in fact, I hate it-- but I can't help but wonder if I had taken Intensive Russian instead of Arabic freshman year if declaring an area of focus would be less angst-inducing.
I saw the BOP production of Orfeo ed Euridice tonight (directed by Masumi!) and it was wonderful. In addition to being really gloriously beautiful, it also raised a lot of interesting questions about grief and death. Considering its content, I guess it's par for the course that I really, really liked it.
Life is good, though I need to stop letting emotions bubble up while I sit around listlessly. It's not pretty when that happens, though I don't think it's as ugly as I think it is, either. Either way, I'd prefer to not get irrationally upset about there being a bunch of people I don't know in the bar on a Friday night. Luckily for me, chocolate cake and nice people exist.
Three things I'd like right now: an internship for the summer (preferably in close proximity to people I like), my mother's home-cooked meals, and for this icky stress rash to go away.
Don't stress don't stress don't stress
Easter is only a week away!
P.S. I don't think I ever wrote this in here before, because I'm superstitious or something, but I really like Jon Russ.