"Nobody knows it, but you've got a secret..."
Seamus Heaney's translation of Beowulf is amazingly engaging, easy to understand, and beautiful in its own right. I am impressed. I've read the poem four times now, and this is the first translation that I've read that hasn't put me to sleep.
I should be sleeping, but shouldn't I always? It's almost funny how much my body mocks me; I spend the hours I must be awake teetering on the verge of tears from exhaustion, but when things settle down and my bed is waiting my thoughts run rampant, and I just cannot settle down long enough to doze. I did, however, chug most of a bottle of Bawls (which, for future reference, tastes horrid. It tastes like the carbonated water from soda fountains... with a rather liberal amount of vanilla extract poured in.) so perhaps that accounts for this inexplicable awakeness.
My hands are abnormally dry from the two hours I spend twice a week in the Engle Modeling Lab, where I take soft clumps of clay and do my damnedest to turn them into, well, body parts. We're working on duplicating noses at the moment. It's very challenging but soothing. I didn't take my ipod off the entire class period today (this is one of my favorite things to listen to while sculpting), and I secretly like how sometimes the clay residue sticks to my clothes. It makes me feel artistic, I suppose.
I'm considering going to Pensacola this weekend with my family, particularly if my grandmother's putting together a birthday party for my grandfather who turns.. 80(?) on Sunday. I've decided that I will definitely go if this is what's going to happen. I don't know how much longer he'll be around, and I certainly don't want to give myself something to regret in the future. On the down side, however, I've been in an astoundingly anti-social mood as of late. I don't especially want to be talked to or touched, which will present a bit of a problem when I go to Florida. The ironic thing, though, is the fact that I'm so lonely all the while.
It is unfortunate for Adam, who must endure my moods. Well, really, he's scarcely at home since grad school's got him tied up most of the time. He seems to be enjoying it immensely, however. Hrm.
I spent $81 on MAC the other night... and I don't really think I like several of the items I bought. What a pity. I bought a rather flamboyantly red lip gloss on a whim, but when I got it home I discovered that it looks bleh without the lip liner that matches.
I recently rediscovered this song. It is zomg awesome.
Oh, and apparently ex-roommate's ex-boyfriend has a spooge-in-panties fetish. Like, he wants to finish in some girl's undies and then have her wear it around all day. Because that's not a good way to get some kind of infection. Wow, as if I didn't already have low enough of an opinion of him and his creepy visage and pedophile tendencies.
The fact that I just stared off blankly for about two minutes means it's time to try that bed thing.
I should be sleeping, but shouldn't I always? It's almost funny how much my body mocks me; I spend the hours I must be awake teetering on the verge of tears from exhaustion, but when things settle down and my bed is waiting my thoughts run rampant, and I just cannot settle down long enough to doze. I did, however, chug most of a bottle of Bawls (which, for future reference, tastes horrid. It tastes like the carbonated water from soda fountains... with a rather liberal amount of vanilla extract poured in.) so perhaps that accounts for this inexplicable awakeness.
My hands are abnormally dry from the two hours I spend twice a week in the Engle Modeling Lab, where I take soft clumps of clay and do my damnedest to turn them into, well, body parts. We're working on duplicating noses at the moment. It's very challenging but soothing. I didn't take my ipod off the entire class period today (this is one of my favorite things to listen to while sculpting), and I secretly like how sometimes the clay residue sticks to my clothes. It makes me feel artistic, I suppose.
I'm considering going to Pensacola this weekend with my family, particularly if my grandmother's putting together a birthday party for my grandfather who turns.. 80(?) on Sunday. I've decided that I will definitely go if this is what's going to happen. I don't know how much longer he'll be around, and I certainly don't want to give myself something to regret in the future. On the down side, however, I've been in an astoundingly anti-social mood as of late. I don't especially want to be talked to or touched, which will present a bit of a problem when I go to Florida. The ironic thing, though, is the fact that I'm so lonely all the while.
It is unfortunate for Adam, who must endure my moods. Well, really, he's scarcely at home since grad school's got him tied up most of the time. He seems to be enjoying it immensely, however. Hrm.
I spent $81 on MAC the other night... and I don't really think I like several of the items I bought. What a pity. I bought a rather flamboyantly red lip gloss on a whim, but when I got it home I discovered that it looks bleh without the lip liner that matches.
I recently rediscovered this song. It is zomg awesome.
Oh, and apparently ex-roommate's ex-boyfriend has a spooge-in-panties fetish. Like, he wants to finish in some girl's undies and then have her wear it around all day. Because that's not a good way to get some kind of infection. Wow, as if I didn't already have low enough of an opinion of him and his creepy visage and pedophile tendencies.
The fact that I just stared off blankly for about two minutes means it's time to try that bed thing.