Update and saudade
There are several things on my mind.
Superego: It's probably not great to not do class reading the first time there's homework. Even if it is the professor's fault for not getting the textbooks into the store and you even paid for expedited shipping in an attempt to get it here that has failed. Also, it's suddenly hard to blog about things without starting to overthink it and wonder if you're coming off wrong.
Ego: What would it be best to use as the subject for the questionnaire I have to make? Making fun of Harry Potter? If-Katniss-got-hit-by-a-bus Hunger Games bets? Lord of the Rings/actors epithets?
There were laws on the books against inter-racial marriage until 1967.
Today is Saudade Day in Brazil: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudade. It means a very evocative type of yearning/nostalgia with an added icing of resignation and scars. It is one of many foreign no-good-translation words I'm trying to incorporate into my natural vocab list. Also, I'm not sure how to celebrate this properly.
Id: Jenna Maroney was in my dream last night. I may be rocking my 30 Rock kick too hard.
I had a dream where Little Sister (from real life!) and I were running around trying to both take care of our sudden!baby brother and get ourselves transported to where we were supposed to get. Baby brother was hard to take care of and airports were not at all navigable. Also, at some point I fell asleep (in the dream, yes) from exhaustion and woke up to find that baby was gone. Some weird tech fellow who gods it over the airport had decided Sister and I didn't really want him and so gave him to some weird couple who couldn't adopt normally. When I woke up and freaked the funk + Sister returned from errands (we needed rations like in war time or something? Not sure.) and she also got hysterical over it, That Guy realized it may have been a mistake. He showed up with cryptic messages in the airport clothes stores and food places and eventually got me back baby brother. But, on the other hand, he was like...still interested in us? Bewildered he could have been so mistaken? Starting to get romantically interested? It was unclear. There were odd signals. He helped us out of yon horror-airport, but then we were in some guest house of his with other assorted odd guests and Sister and I didn't know where to go (parents were...dead? In rations-making war possibly? Just out of country, but stuck there incommunicado? Idk) In any case, around this point it started being clarified that some sort of relationship/ownership/seducing thing was imminent if any progress was to be made. Which is the point that Jenna Maroney showed up and I think was about to help us escape through some sort of horseback/secret word plan straight out of Robin Hood times and tales. But then I woke up.
And guess what! That was only the SECOND dream of the night. There was also a first one that involved nudity and forced exhibitionism and me getting very angry about the whole thing. Why do we give our ids dreams to talk in?
Oh! In other news, I have a new favorite name: Hans Booms. He was a big archivist guy back in the day.
Superego: It's probably not great to not do class reading the first time there's homework. Even if it is the professor's fault for not getting the textbooks into the store and you even paid for expedited shipping in an attempt to get it here that has failed. Also, it's suddenly hard to blog about things without starting to overthink it and wonder if you're coming off wrong.
Ego: What would it be best to use as the subject for the questionnaire I have to make? Making fun of Harry Potter? If-Katniss-got-hit-by-a-bus Hunger Games bets? Lord of the Rings/actors epithets?
There were laws on the books against inter-racial marriage until 1967.
Today is Saudade Day in Brazil: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudade. It means a very evocative type of yearning/nostalgia with an added icing of resignation and scars. It is one of many foreign no-good-translation words I'm trying to incorporate into my natural vocab list. Also, I'm not sure how to celebrate this properly.
Id: Jenna Maroney was in my dream last night. I may be rocking my 30 Rock kick too hard.
I had a dream where Little Sister (from real life!) and I were running around trying to both take care of our sudden!baby brother and get ourselves transported to where we were supposed to get. Baby brother was hard to take care of and airports were not at all navigable. Also, at some point I fell asleep (in the dream, yes) from exhaustion and woke up to find that baby was gone. Some weird tech fellow who gods it over the airport had decided Sister and I didn't really want him and so gave him to some weird couple who couldn't adopt normally. When I woke up and freaked the funk + Sister returned from errands (we needed rations like in war time or something? Not sure.) and she also got hysterical over it, That Guy realized it may have been a mistake. He showed up with cryptic messages in the airport clothes stores and food places and eventually got me back baby brother. But, on the other hand, he was like...still interested in us? Bewildered he could have been so mistaken? Starting to get romantically interested? It was unclear. There were odd signals. He helped us out of yon horror-airport, but then we were in some guest house of his with other assorted odd guests and Sister and I didn't know where to go (parents were...dead? In rations-making war possibly? Just out of country, but stuck there incommunicado? Idk) In any case, around this point it started being clarified that some sort of relationship/ownership/seducing thing was imminent if any progress was to be made. Which is the point that Jenna Maroney showed up and I think was about to help us escape through some sort of horseback/secret word plan straight out of Robin Hood times and tales. But then I woke up.
And guess what! That was only the SECOND dream of the night. There was also a first one that involved nudity and forced exhibitionism and me getting very angry about the whole thing. Why do we give our ids dreams to talk in?
Oh! In other news, I have a new favorite name: Hans Booms. He was a big archivist guy back in the day.