Isn't it enough to know that I ruined a pony making a gift for you?
Oh, hello! It's been a while!
I have been reading, and reading, and reading.
And writing terrible poetry, but that is not my fault, it is apparently the fault of Modernism & Modernity. A class which does not contain the word "poetry" anywhere in its course catalogue description. I know. We all double-checked. But, as bad as I am at being a modernist poet (I fear I may be post-modern or even contemporary), I love love love me some modernist poems. So I guess that is all right.
Which reminds me, I need to email my professor about suitable Yates poems for a first-year class. I meant to do that... last week.
I am supposed to be editing an old paper -- maybe you remember that paper about the History of Palestine that I was cursing in about March? the one with the wikipedia hebrew? -- anyways, I am supposed to be editing it for academic publication! EXCITING? It's only a Classics department run journal for student content, but still... kind of fun.
Oh, do you want to know what I am reading right now? These are the books I am actively involved with this weekend, for one reason or another:
Caleb Williams, by William Godwin (I am probably never going to finish this one; I hope I don't fail)
Zafloya; or, The Moor, by Charlotte Dacre (gothic HILARITY, if you find that kind of thing hilarious)
Road to Wigan Pier, by George Orwell (supposed to be read a week ago, my bad)
New Moon, by Stephanie Mayer (it is worse than you can imagine, and yet somehow I am reading it for fun. Or... cultural experience?)
Through England on a Side-Saddle, by Celia Fiennes (a different kind of hilarity; the author herself may never have heard of humor)
Daddy-Long-Legs, by Jean Webster (a book I hadn't heard of until two hours ago -- utterly charming. Reading it online. For pleasure and eyestrain, thanks, Project Gutenberg.)
After this degree is done, I am going to have a kickass bookshelf. And New Moon will not even have to be on it, because it's borrowed.
I've been watching Supernatural like it's religion and porn all at the same time (and it honestly is kind of both, as of season four), and then I have been backsliding into sketchier points in my life and reading truly staggering amounts of ridiculous fanfiction. Which I thought I'd actually given up as a part of... maturity, or something. Except maybe this is the sketchiest point of my life, fanfiction-wise, I don't know. (Honestly, I do know. The answer is yes, and there is considerable corruption of children's classics and slander towards probably perfectly nice people involved.)
Seriously, Supernatural. Even when the episode is bad, it is still just that good. And when the episode isn't bad, I usually end up either crying with laughter or just crying, or both, or something. Maybe needing a shower.
And I'm working, and I've been more-or-less actually seeing people, and more-or-less being productive about my schoolwork, and you know what? Things are kicking ass right now.
So that is why I have not been on LJ, I guess. Nothing to get all tween about.
I don't think the internet misses me that much. But just in case it does, maybe it can console itself with the fact that I've spent the last half a day or so listening to really nerdy music and then really obnoxiously pop-y music. AND BAKING COOKIES! But I cannot help the nerd factor, this song sort of breaks my heart.
OVER AND OUT.
P.S. The cookies turned out great.
I have been reading, and reading, and reading.
And writing terrible poetry, but that is not my fault, it is apparently the fault of Modernism & Modernity. A class which does not contain the word "poetry" anywhere in its course catalogue description. I know. We all double-checked. But, as bad as I am at being a modernist poet (I fear I may be post-modern or even contemporary), I love love love me some modernist poems. So I guess that is all right.
Which reminds me, I need to email my professor about suitable Yates poems for a first-year class. I meant to do that... last week.
I am supposed to be editing an old paper -- maybe you remember that paper about the History of Palestine that I was cursing in about March? the one with the wikipedia hebrew? -- anyways, I am supposed to be editing it for academic publication! EXCITING? It's only a Classics department run journal for student content, but still... kind of fun.
Oh, do you want to know what I am reading right now? These are the books I am actively involved with this weekend, for one reason or another:
Caleb Williams, by William Godwin (I am probably never going to finish this one; I hope I don't fail)
Zafloya; or, The Moor, by Charlotte Dacre (gothic HILARITY, if you find that kind of thing hilarious)
Road to Wigan Pier, by George Orwell (supposed to be read a week ago, my bad)
New Moon, by Stephanie Mayer (it is worse than you can imagine, and yet somehow I am reading it for fun. Or... cultural experience?)
Through England on a Side-Saddle, by Celia Fiennes (a different kind of hilarity; the author herself may never have heard of humor)
Daddy-Long-Legs, by Jean Webster (a book I hadn't heard of until two hours ago -- utterly charming. Reading it online. For pleasure and eyestrain, thanks, Project Gutenberg.)
After this degree is done, I am going to have a kickass bookshelf. And New Moon will not even have to be on it, because it's borrowed.
I've been watching Supernatural like it's religion and porn all at the same time (and it honestly is kind of both, as of season four), and then I have been backsliding into sketchier points in my life and reading truly staggering amounts of ridiculous fanfiction. Which I thought I'd actually given up as a part of... maturity, or something. Except maybe this is the sketchiest point of my life, fanfiction-wise, I don't know. (Honestly, I do know. The answer is yes, and there is considerable corruption of children's classics and slander towards probably perfectly nice people involved.)
Seriously, Supernatural. Even when the episode is bad, it is still just that good. And when the episode isn't bad, I usually end up either crying with laughter or just crying, or both, or something. Maybe needing a shower.
And I'm working, and I've been more-or-less actually seeing people, and more-or-less being productive about my schoolwork, and you know what? Things are kicking ass right now.
So that is why I have not been on LJ, I guess. Nothing to get all tween about.
I don't think the internet misses me that much. But just in case it does, maybe it can console itself with the fact that I've spent the last half a day or so listening to really nerdy music and then really obnoxiously pop-y music. AND BAKING COOKIES! But I cannot help the nerd factor, this song sort of breaks my heart.
OVER AND OUT.
P.S. The cookies turned out great.