moving delights; a short novel
I'm going to move some of my stuff to my new room this sunday. I'm really thrilled, and looking forward to it very much. But there are some mixed feelings. Like the costs and all that. But you know how it is with finance; you have to keep your eyes on everything. But I'm not going to let that get me down. Certainly not, now that I have a new infatuation to accompany Willem: Davy Jones! Ever since this holiday I've been completely besotted with him. Not with the actor who plays him, though Bill Nighy is in fact really cool. It's just that the character of Davy Jones, and his tragic life, appeals to me. I've even been reading fanfic! I'm going from bad to worse, I swear!
Well anyway, I've got almost all my paperwork covered for this coming school year. Just a few minor things, like making a photocopy of my testimony (you know, the one that caused all the bother a few months ago) and sending the lot to the administration. But you all know how that goes; those things take time. But at least it'll be out the door and out of my hands. I also signed in for all my classes, so I won't be kicked out. In a letter they send me during the time I was on holiday. they said that if I didn't sign in before august 15th, they could kick me out the classes. I have to admit I'm taking that threat with a grain if salt. I mean honestly; kick me out! Sillyness, if you ask me. They want me to join up with them, because I pay good money for it. Why threaten to kick me out?
Oh well, such is university-life. Maybe, when the time comes, I'll have to bribe someone with lots of expensive wine and cigars and ivory elephants or some such.
I'm also thinking about opening up a new journal, and reserve this one for art and Willem-drooling only. What do you think? Don't worry, I'll do what I want anyway. I'm just curious, is all. Maybe a little uni-diary wouldn't be that bad. To keep track of these new experiences that are coming at me, in shape of living pretty much on my on, and a new school and everything. Just to see how I develop. At least this time I can keep track of my development voluntarily. Not like my previous education, where you had to write long reports on situations, and what your part was in it and what you should've done. Shoulda, woulda, coulda's. Blegh. In this case, I could also use it as practise, writing in English and keeping it updated with things I learn.
Who am I kidding, my mind is already made up. I'll think of a name and make a journal-entry about it soon. Thank you so much for reading my novel-length entry, although I fear that the entries in my future journal will be of equal length, if not longer. I'll keep you posted!
Well anyway, I've got almost all my paperwork covered for this coming school year. Just a few minor things, like making a photocopy of my testimony (you know, the one that caused all the bother a few months ago) and sending the lot to the administration. But you all know how that goes; those things take time. But at least it'll be out the door and out of my hands. I also signed in for all my classes, so I won't be kicked out. In a letter they send me during the time I was on holiday. they said that if I didn't sign in before august 15th, they could kick me out the classes. I have to admit I'm taking that threat with a grain if salt. I mean honestly; kick me out! Sillyness, if you ask me. They want me to join up with them, because I pay good money for it. Why threaten to kick me out?
Oh well, such is university-life. Maybe, when the time comes, I'll have to bribe someone with lots of expensive wine and cigars and ivory elephants or some such.
I'm also thinking about opening up a new journal, and reserve this one for art and Willem-drooling only. What do you think? Don't worry, I'll do what I want anyway. I'm just curious, is all. Maybe a little uni-diary wouldn't be that bad. To keep track of these new experiences that are coming at me, in shape of living pretty much on my on, and a new school and everything. Just to see how I develop. At least this time I can keep track of my development voluntarily. Not like my previous education, where you had to write long reports on situations, and what your part was in it and what you should've done. Shoulda, woulda, coulda's. Blegh. In this case, I could also use it as practise, writing in English and keeping it updated with things I learn.
Who am I kidding, my mind is already made up. I'll think of a name and make a journal-entry about it soon. Thank you so much for reading my novel-length entry, although I fear that the entries in my future journal will be of equal length, if not longer. I'll keep you posted!