If I see one more "moreover," "therefore," "thus," or "hence," beware, internet. I might scream, roll my eyes, or stomp off in frustration and be fired from (both) my job(s).
On a related note, I think that, for my sanity, I need to read some good fiction. Something with a plot, in well-written, fully correct English with a definite individual style. TV and movies won't cut it. I need a good infusion of prose! Please!
I think I may go borrow some Terry Pratchett from the Library after this... yes...
over 'n out.
E.O.
p.s.: also- why does Friday night find me all by myself, surfing netflix? Where's ma peoplesssss?!?!?? THIS IS NOT HOW I IMAGINED COLLEGE, Y'ALL! My other years weren't like this? What happened? ...oh yeah. I moved off-campus. With only one person. Who happens to have a boyfriend, and enjoy spending time with him. Right. That happened.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Translation Frustration
Can you hear me shouting "Bah, I don't want to work on my translation right now! Bah!" Even though it is my absolute favorite class? No? How strange...
Translation IS my favorite class, and normally I'd love working on this project. It's just that I'm not sure I have the right material (aka, I really think I should pick another short story and save myself heartache... but I just love how this one plays on the Catalan spirit! Argh!)
*dives back into Pere Calders to search for a better short story*
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P.S.: I figured it out! Multiple of the super-short stories instead of one of the ickier, longer ones.
Yay!
Translation IS my favorite class, and normally I'd love working on this project. It's just that I'm not sure I have the right material (aka, I really think I should pick another short story and save myself heartache... but I just love how this one plays on the Catalan spirit! Argh!)
*dives back into Pere Calders to search for a better short story*
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P.S.: I figured it out! Multiple of the super-short stories instead of one of the ickier, longer ones.
Yay!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Discovery: Emma Wallace. She rocks.
So I'm not talking about this to many people, because it feels like something I'd resent someone for saying to me, BUT. Just about every morning I wake up to the knowledge that I have exactly the life I want, and couldn't ask for much, if anything, more. It's eerie and beautiful, and I am (more or less depending on the day, anyway) happy. That's right, I said it. Happy. Happy where I am. It's to the point where I love the feeling of waking up in the morning, with the sun streaming in my window so that the whole room glows, stretching and getting up.
On a more familiar note, I am, once again, avoiding schoolwork. I have two big projects and a take-home exam, none of which I want to face working at. But I'm cutting down my work-work hours anyway and forcing myself to, because ultimately, though I don't feel like being in school is really about school for me, if I don't keep up the grades, I don't get to stay here. So. Tally ho!
over 'n out.
E.O.
So I'm not talking about this to many people, because it feels like something I'd resent someone for saying to me, BUT. Just about every morning I wake up to the knowledge that I have exactly the life I want, and couldn't ask for much, if anything, more. It's eerie and beautiful, and I am (more or less depending on the day, anyway) happy. That's right, I said it. Happy. Happy where I am. It's to the point where I love the feeling of waking up in the morning, with the sun streaming in my window so that the whole room glows, stretching and getting up.
On a more familiar note, I am, once again, avoiding schoolwork. I have two big projects and a take-home exam, none of which I want to face working at. But I'm cutting down my work-work hours anyway and forcing myself to, because ultimately, though I don't feel like being in school is really about school for me, if I don't keep up the grades, I don't get to stay here. So. Tally ho!
over 'n out.
E.O.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Blended days
After God, it's all about the people. Always.
Song I've just discovered I really like: Stay With Me Tonight by Emma Wallace. So great. Musical variety, vocal expertise, and it's just plain fun. Heh.
Yesterday & The day before:
This week I've had four days that blended into two: Thuednesday and Saiday. I'm only going to tell you about one, though.
Start with a huge group of people meeting in a CVS parking lot at 10 at night with blankets and heaps of excitement. Pile them all into 10 cars, with little-to-no idea where they're going, and wait 'til they come back Saturday afternoon/evening, exhausted but with a curious light in their eyes.
And in the middle? Well.
(driving) Frolicking around post-modern statuary;
(driving) getting lost on the highway;
a huge, lazy-eyed chicken; chicken-dancing;
fascinating games of never-have-I-ever;
singing in harmony (while driving);
laughter; amazement; trivia;
stressed-out waitresses and semi-delicious waffles;
hours of driving through nightscapes that only hinted at their day-time clothes;
wonderment at more, brighter stars than I remember ever seeing before (for once they truly looked like jewels in the night sky);
drowsiness (while driving) and freezing temperatures; (I came to hate the sound of the little bumps on the side of the road that let you know your car's falling off it)
warmth and sunrise;
someone else driving my car (thank heavens!!)
the brilliant, stained-glass colors of fall;
blue skies;
mountain-people food at the Bean Pot Restaurant
the hugest tree-house ever built...
and lots more hours of driving.
Excitement, Adventure, Delight, Fellowship. Drowsiness. Being cared for. Rejoicing.
I have less energy than a dog at midday, but I'm glad to have had Saiday instead of a regular Friday and Saturday.
over 'n out.
E.O.
Song I've just discovered I really like: Stay With Me Tonight by Emma Wallace. So great. Musical variety, vocal expertise, and it's just plain fun. Heh.
Yesterday & The day before:
This week I've had four days that blended into two: Thuednesday and Saiday. I'm only going to tell you about one, though.
Start with a huge group of people meeting in a CVS parking lot at 10 at night with blankets and heaps of excitement. Pile them all into 10 cars, with little-to-no idea where they're going, and wait 'til they come back Saturday afternoon/evening, exhausted but with a curious light in their eyes.
And in the middle? Well.
(driving) Frolicking around post-modern statuary;
(driving) getting lost on the highway;
a huge, lazy-eyed chicken; chicken-dancing;
fascinating games of never-have-I-ever;
singing in harmony (while driving);
laughter; amazement; trivia;
stressed-out waitresses and semi-delicious waffles;
hours of driving through nightscapes that only hinted at their day-time clothes;
wonderment at more, brighter stars than I remember ever seeing before (for once they truly looked like jewels in the night sky);
drowsiness (while driving) and freezing temperatures; (I came to hate the sound of the little bumps on the side of the road that let you know your car's falling off it)
warmth and sunrise;
someone else driving my car (thank heavens!!)
the brilliant, stained-glass colors of fall;
blue skies;
mountain-people food at the Bean Pot Restaurant
the hugest tree-house ever built...
and lots more hours of driving.
Excitement, Adventure, Delight, Fellowship. Drowsiness. Being cared for. Rejoicing.
I have less energy than a dog at midday, but I'm glad to have had Saiday instead of a regular Friday and Saturday.
over 'n out.
E.O.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Epidemic
Let's get one thing straight. I may not be the most popular person in the world, and I may have spent a lot of years feeling lonelier than Robinson Crusoe (he didn't seem to mind much, after all) but I have always had friends. Close friends, friends I could talk about Important Things with.
The more people I talk to here, the more often I hear "yeah, I've never had any really good friends..." Two people in my life, neither of whom I would consider myself particularly close to, have even told me recently that I am their closest friend. Me! It is flattering, but at the same time perplexing and incredibly saddening. Where is the richness of human interaction? the sharing of human experiences, joys and pains, thoughts and laughter? Where is trust? the knowledge of your friends' most mundane habits, their troubles and flaws? Where are the late-night laughter and conversations that are sacred to girls' friendships? How could someone miss out on that and not seek it? How could someone not seek to be known?
I am baffled. I was talking with a friend & mentor from school the other day, and she says she sees this everywhere in our university, and it worries her. She doesn't understand, she says, because her college friends are her nearest and dearest, and that is the pattern she has seen in most other colleges too... so what makes ours so different? A cultural phenomenon, she called us.
-which baffles me even more. I want to do something! I long for close friendships in my current life, but let's be real. I cannot be everyone's best friend. These girls need to learn to be in friendships, real friendships, with kindred spirits. I count myself privileged to have had so many good friends over the years... Annalisa. Hannah. Ann-Phyllis. Delice. Alexa. Kenan. Ashley. Angelica. Cameron. Godis. Most of these relationships are still alive, and that's not even all of them, only the deepest. I don't know who I would have become without them. So, knowing the satisfaction and solace that these sorts of friendships provide, I would like to do my best to promote them on my campus. Like I said, I can't be everyone's best friend. But maybe I can lead by example. Maybe I can make a few good friends, and be a good friend to a few people, and in so doing, provoke a longing in others to have a similar sort of community. Maybe I can encourage my acquaintances to think about their acquaintances, and whether or not they could turn them into friends. It's at least somewhere to start.
over 'n out.
E.O.
The more people I talk to here, the more often I hear "yeah, I've never had any really good friends..." Two people in my life, neither of whom I would consider myself particularly close to, have even told me recently that I am their closest friend. Me! It is flattering, but at the same time perplexing and incredibly saddening. Where is the richness of human interaction? the sharing of human experiences, joys and pains, thoughts and laughter? Where is trust? the knowledge of your friends' most mundane habits, their troubles and flaws? Where are the late-night laughter and conversations that are sacred to girls' friendships? How could someone miss out on that and not seek it? How could someone not seek to be known?
I am baffled. I was talking with a friend & mentor from school the other day, and she says she sees this everywhere in our university, and it worries her. She doesn't understand, she says, because her college friends are her nearest and dearest, and that is the pattern she has seen in most other colleges too... so what makes ours so different? A cultural phenomenon, she called us.
-which baffles me even more. I want to do something! I long for close friendships in my current life, but let's be real. I cannot be everyone's best friend. These girls need to learn to be in friendships, real friendships, with kindred spirits. I count myself privileged to have had so many good friends over the years... Annalisa. Hannah. Ann-Phyllis. Delice. Alexa. Kenan. Ashley. Angelica. Cameron. Godis. Most of these relationships are still alive, and that's not even all of them, only the deepest. I don't know who I would have become without them. So, knowing the satisfaction and solace that these sorts of friendships provide, I would like to do my best to promote them on my campus. Like I said, I can't be everyone's best friend. But maybe I can lead by example. Maybe I can make a few good friends, and be a good friend to a few people, and in so doing, provoke a longing in others to have a similar sort of community. Maybe I can encourage my acquaintances to think about their acquaintances, and whether or not they could turn them into friends. It's at least somewhere to start.
over 'n out.
E.O.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Adult-ish
My newest discovery:
Being an adult and having my own place means, among other things that I can run and jump onto my bed (multiple times!), and no-one can say a-ny-thing about it. ^^
Of course, it helps to have a bed the size of a small bouncy-castle.
Oh, the joys of being a grown-up(ish).
over 'n out.
E.O.
Being an adult and having my own place means, among other things that I can run and jump onto my bed (multiple times!), and no-one can say a-ny-thing about it. ^^
Of course, it helps to have a bed the size of a small bouncy-castle.
Oh, the joys of being a grown-up(ish).
over 'n out.
E.O.
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