Oct 24, 2007 15:26
Sooo, my lovely chickies. Today--nay--this week has been clanging out "O Fortuna"--in the wrong key, mind you--on my nerves. It's painful...and horrid. Pity me I say!
Ah ha! I've just realized (yes "just") that I still haven't said why exactly I'm being tormented so; well...I have shit tons of work to do. THREE bloody stinking essays. One due next week's Thursday and two on the Thursday following that one. I've had plenty of time here. Plenty of glorious free time--more than I've ever ever ever been used to. So I blame it on that retched word that continues to haunt me and will haunt me for a while to come: "adjustment."
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.........................................................................Here now, I'll repeat so that you get the full effect so here goes are you ready now listen--ADJUSTMENT!!!
There now...do you feel it? Do you get a full-bodied sight sound feel taste touch and smell of the word? Reeky isn't it. Adjustment. It sounds so...so....like a little English orphin of the 18th century being tossed into a stuffy rich boarding school after having found out he is actually the long lost grandson of some wealthy gentlemen who has passed away fairly recently and has had the whole damned inheritence passed onto him.
It's so...old, dusty, dark oak walls...mothball smelling cotbed...old ladies in Victorian clothing staring down their noses at you in mild curiosity slash disdain, and all over a cup of tea in their stiff dainty hands in their stiff dainty gloves....ADJUSTMENT. Baaaaah. Very dramatic, but all the same....very wibbly. I don't like it...
Anyhow...those essays have yet to begin. I told myself I'd settle down and work on the one for Vic Lit today, as it's due next Thursday. OH NOES! But...as is expected, I'm sitting here typing out my woes instead of typing out my paper. But I just can't bring myself to do it. I just can't.
I keep...I keep picking up and putting down the books and paper and pens...glare at them for a while...and then pick them up...pause and sigh....put them down again....glare....And then the whole kit and kaboodle goes on and on and on again until I can no longer stand my own breath my own mind my pacing my skin itches my heart beats to sound of my frustration and there's wind and clanging and hoofbeats and bells and bricks hitting the pavement and avalanches and mudslides and banshees and NOISE NOISE NOISE and the only way to relieve it all to get some quiet some peace of mind some pause in the ache of all the madness........is to sit down in front of the lappie, check facebook and watch Kdramas. Rightie-o...
Aaaaaaaah-ho! So is the bread and butter and a spoonful of jam to the tale of my grating unproductiveness. Heinous...heinous!
All I want right now...is some chocolate. Be it Siwonnie's or two (maybe three...) bars of Devine chocolate bars from a Sainsbury's or something that may or may not be near here (hopefull very very near). That or...a plate of tasty fresh-baked scones with pots of cream, butter, and strawberry jam. Oh oh oh! And a steaming cup of tea with milk and sugar to wash it all down--food and nerves.
And aiyaaaaah! The mail strike (if it's still going on; i don't know -__-""") is keeping my mom's package from me as well as my AADBSK2 DVD and my S Magazines.
*sniffles*
Aiyaaaah....