crikey! how'd it get to be december? *puzzles*
damn. It seems I only return to the comforting arms of livejournal when I am about to be crushed by a scary, monstrous avalanche of impending homework... as is the case right now.
I do want to keep writing in here though, because even if I never seem to have time for it, it is a really nice thing to have, to look back on. I didn't even realize I posted at *all* last semester, but there they were- entries about Josie's hilarious comedy night and Transformer lyrics and viewing Back to the Future for the first time with Jean, all sorts of inane yet enjoyable moments of my life that would be otherwise forgotten. so I'm really going to make an effort. just for myself.
plus, as I always say, livejournal is the ULTIMATE procrastination tool. *high fives*
I have been pretty lame so far this weekend. My day consisted of twattishly ignoring my alarm clock at 8:30 for an hour, it's really sad when arising at half past nine feels EARLY (is it possible that for four months this summer I arose at the ungodly hour of 5:30am five days a week? Surely not!) and showering and making breakfast whilst creeping around the kitchen, attempting not to wake the slumbering Dan Muse (!!!) who was asleep on the couch. It's wierd, our apartment has absolutely no windows off of the main room, so that really, it's the ideal place to sleep. When all the doors to the bedrooms are closed, it could be night in there. I personally find it a bit stifling because I thrive off of NATURAL LIGHT, but there you have it, it's dark. what was the point of that? I don't know. Well I finally got out of the house and spent a happy, if somewhat unproductive four hours in Starbucks trying to figure out what my last story is going to be about. I made a tiny, miniscule bit of progress and then my computer ran out of battery because I was stupid and had forgotten to charge it, so I spent the rest of the time blissfully reading White Teeth. At some point I met Jenna for lunch, and then wandered on campus to go to candlelight vigil in commemoration of World AIDS day with Arnold, which was... nice, but somewhat unsuccessful in terms of the candles because it was so bloody windy *and* rainy on top of that. My umbrella kept being savagely ripped inside out, while I struggled to hold onto my candle, a red balloon, a program and a stack of flyers that Michael Hawkes had nervously thrust at me and Arnold when we first arrived. The speakers were good and very short, which was good just because standing outside the State House in the rain with traffic blaring past weren't the ideal conditions for a speech. But I'm glad we went. The amount of good that I contribute to the human condition is basically zero. So I should do something about that...
then I wandered back to the library and proceeded to finish White Teeth, SUCH A WORK OF BRILLIANCE, everyone must read this book. I was so involved with all the characters the end felt painfully abrupt. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it, it all happened so fast. I wasn't given any time to say goodbye to them, so initially I felt rather miffed. but honestly this is how I always feel at the end of fantastic books. You really feel like these people are your best mates and then suddenly there are no more pages to turn. ack.
I spent the rest of the evening, oh! that's right, as I was walking home through the eerily warm weather (it's the 1st of december!) listening to The Rakes *kicks microphone stand over* all the different odds and ends I had been trying to jam together for my story fell into place with new elements. so this is the first sort, of "click", obviously there are lots more that need to come, but it's the first step. I have characters! I have the weak and wandering beginnings of a plot! but most importantly of all, I'm *excited* about it. As Ms. R.Norris would say, "I'm into it." which is all I needed. Honestly I spent the day feeling sort of off because I hadn't yet gotten into the groove or whatever. I didnt even realize the cause of it, but it's that panic writers get in the beginning of a story, beofre they knwo- blahhh. I have to stop. this entry is YIKES!
I have been continuously distracted by Arnold and Jean and my own confused/tired state. Made self lovely cup of snow geisha tea over ice, mmm.... (thank you lovely michelle <3 <3) and really need to go to the grocery store (have not been in something like weeks, eep! have only one dented carton of vanilla soy milk to my name) and really want to eat one of john's Shaw's brand cheap bean and cheese burritos, but maybe instead should go to sleep. SO MUCH WORK TO DO. this entry had not lived up to my expectations. I expect there's too much to say as I haven't written here in over six months (really?*squints*) but uh... oh! am excited tomorrow because am going out to dinner with jean, michelle and heather! wheeee. must wake self early and slog through A LOT more of story, come up with thesis for final brit lit paper and email kamada, and take photos of apartment for lame idea for photography final project. so many final projects.
ummm... I think that is all. am discovering old maya stories that I never knew existed, thanks to my dear and cherished lass abroad, Caitlin M. Niles. it's very difficult to do work and not read those. oh and also must read first 50 pages of Never Let Me Go, which I think will be really good. ackk and figure out requirements and begin arduous application process for my visa! FRANCE HERE I COME! I still don't really feel like I can allow myself to be fully excited yet, until.. well more paperwork still to slog through.
oh and one more thing! a creepy man knocked softly on our door a few hours ago and john answered it and there was this wierd guy who asked "Can I talk to the Lady who lives here?" and Jean approached and then he made some wierd reference to his friend "indistinguishable sound* and pointed vaguely up, so Jean was like, "Do you mean Dan Christianson? There are a few boys who live upstairs..." and then he repeated the unintelligble name and Jean suggested that perhaps he was thinking of the girls who lived across the hall? To which he just walked away, up the stairs.
*wierd.* Who just goes to an apartment they don't know and asks for a woman? CREEPY. but this is in no way the first of unwanted visitors we've had to our apartment. I will elaborate on this at a further juncture.
well, that burrito is waiting for me...
I do want to keep writing in here though, because even if I never seem to have time for it, it is a really nice thing to have, to look back on. I didn't even realize I posted at *all* last semester, but there they were- entries about Josie's hilarious comedy night and Transformer lyrics and viewing Back to the Future for the first time with Jean, all sorts of inane yet enjoyable moments of my life that would be otherwise forgotten. so I'm really going to make an effort. just for myself.
plus, as I always say, livejournal is the ULTIMATE procrastination tool. *high fives*
I have been pretty lame so far this weekend. My day consisted of twattishly ignoring my alarm clock at 8:30 for an hour, it's really sad when arising at half past nine feels EARLY (is it possible that for four months this summer I arose at the ungodly hour of 5:30am five days a week? Surely not!) and showering and making breakfast whilst creeping around the kitchen, attempting not to wake the slumbering Dan Muse (!!!) who was asleep on the couch. It's wierd, our apartment has absolutely no windows off of the main room, so that really, it's the ideal place to sleep. When all the doors to the bedrooms are closed, it could be night in there. I personally find it a bit stifling because I thrive off of NATURAL LIGHT, but there you have it, it's dark. what was the point of that? I don't know. Well I finally got out of the house and spent a happy, if somewhat unproductive four hours in Starbucks trying to figure out what my last story is going to be about. I made a tiny, miniscule bit of progress and then my computer ran out of battery because I was stupid and had forgotten to charge it, so I spent the rest of the time blissfully reading White Teeth. At some point I met Jenna for lunch, and then wandered on campus to go to candlelight vigil in commemoration of World AIDS day with Arnold, which was... nice, but somewhat unsuccessful in terms of the candles because it was so bloody windy *and* rainy on top of that. My umbrella kept being savagely ripped inside out, while I struggled to hold onto my candle, a red balloon, a program and a stack of flyers that Michael Hawkes had nervously thrust at me and Arnold when we first arrived. The speakers were good and very short, which was good just because standing outside the State House in the rain with traffic blaring past weren't the ideal conditions for a speech. But I'm glad we went. The amount of good that I contribute to the human condition is basically zero. So I should do something about that...
then I wandered back to the library and proceeded to finish White Teeth, SUCH A WORK OF BRILLIANCE, everyone must read this book. I was so involved with all the characters the end felt painfully abrupt. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it, it all happened so fast. I wasn't given any time to say goodbye to them, so initially I felt rather miffed. but honestly this is how I always feel at the end of fantastic books. You really feel like these people are your best mates and then suddenly there are no more pages to turn. ack.
I spent the rest of the evening, oh! that's right, as I was walking home through the eerily warm weather (it's the 1st of december!) listening to The Rakes *kicks microphone stand over* all the different odds and ends I had been trying to jam together for my story fell into place with new elements. so this is the first sort, of "click", obviously there are lots more that need to come, but it's the first step. I have characters! I have the weak and wandering beginnings of a plot! but most importantly of all, I'm *excited* about it. As Ms. R.Norris would say, "I'm into it." which is all I needed. Honestly I spent the day feeling sort of off because I hadn't yet gotten into the groove or whatever. I didnt even realize the cause of it, but it's that panic writers get in the beginning of a story, beofre they knwo- blahhh. I have to stop. this entry is YIKES!
I have been continuously distracted by Arnold and Jean and my own confused/tired state. Made self lovely cup of snow geisha tea over ice, mmm.... (thank you lovely michelle <3 <3) and really need to go to the grocery store (have not been in something like weeks, eep! have only one dented carton of vanilla soy milk to my name) and really want to eat one of john's Shaw's brand cheap bean and cheese burritos, but maybe instead should go to sleep. SO MUCH WORK TO DO. this entry had not lived up to my expectations. I expect there's too much to say as I haven't written here in over six months (really?*squints*) but uh... oh! am excited tomorrow because am going out to dinner with jean, michelle and heather! wheeee. must wake self early and slog through A LOT more of story, come up with thesis for final brit lit paper and email kamada, and take photos of apartment for lame idea for photography final project. so many final projects.
ummm... I think that is all. am discovering old maya stories that I never knew existed, thanks to my dear and cherished lass abroad, Caitlin M. Niles. it's very difficult to do work and not read those. oh and also must read first 50 pages of Never Let Me Go, which I think will be really good. ackk and figure out requirements and begin arduous application process for my visa! FRANCE HERE I COME! I still don't really feel like I can allow myself to be fully excited yet, until.. well more paperwork still to slog through.
oh and one more thing! a creepy man knocked softly on our door a few hours ago and john answered it and there was this wierd guy who asked "Can I talk to the Lady who lives here?" and Jean approached and then he made some wierd reference to his friend "indistinguishable sound* and pointed vaguely up, so Jean was like, "Do you mean Dan Christianson? There are a few boys who live upstairs..." and then he repeated the unintelligble name and Jean suggested that perhaps he was thinking of the girls who lived across the hall? To which he just walked away, up the stairs.
*wierd.* Who just goes to an apartment they don't know and asks for a woman? CREEPY. but this is in no way the first of unwanted visitors we've had to our apartment. I will elaborate on this at a further juncture.
well, that burrito is waiting for me...