Gilga-mush

I really did have a lot to say today.
Now that it's so late..
and I still have so much to do...
I just don't feel like saying it anymore.

I'm in the process of reading Gilgamesh. It would be a lot more exciting if I didn't have to finish it before class tomorrow.

Oh, well. It could be worse. I could be a starving, Roman daughter locked away in her room.

That would suck.

Why does everyone hate Great Expectations?

Today.

I am not sure if I should go into detail or just leave it at that.

I guess I can throw together a small list with minor details: Home depot, heavy machinery, limbs being chopped off, destroyed bodies, small bus, many people, rain, a lot of rain, so much rain, drenched clothing, freezing classroom, so much reading, two and a half hour wait, stupid boyfriends, and family issues.

Okay, I feel well enough now. On to the good points.

Andrea was here waiting for me to listen to the story of my day. We layed in my bed. She listened. I ranted. That was nice.

Sinclair called me. She will be in town on Thursday. I miss her dearly, so this is refreshing news.

I have a bus riding buddy. She's in my painting class. Her name is Cydney. With a C. Not an S. I noticed because I am a creepy stalker. She's really sweet and wears cute glasses. She is also new to riding the bus so I don't feel so dumb.

Speaking of painting, besides the stupid fact that I am probably not going to survive Wednesday, my professor seems like he'll be okay. He's really softspoken which scares me a little. It'll just make me more nervous to talk to him for some strange reason. He says he gives outside assignments on artists that relate to our work as individuals. Yes, it is outside work, but at least he's paying attention. I appreciate that.

World Literature is highly intimidating. Our exams are going to be completely written, and there is going to be so so so so so so so so SO so much reading. That's to be expected, of course. The professor is astonishing, though. She quoted word for word at LEAST eight people in class today. And she knows practically everything there is to know about the Greeks and Romans. Which is beyond cool.

BackTrack!

Last Thursday.

Figure Drawing was fairly normal. Daniel is in my class. It should be fun. My teacher seems....eccentric. That's usually a good thing.

My archeology professor sounds like Cleveland from Family Guy, but looks like a sixty year old, white man, with a beard. It's a strange combination.

Non-school related updates:

I adore the apartment. I hate Charter cable.

My Little Nemo comic book is on it's way to me.

I built a bookcase. And I love it so much.

Umm. It's really late, and I have school tomorrow.

I'll get to that Great Expectations topic later.

August 21, 2010

We're moved in.
It's beautiful.

Fin.

Crazy man just done thrown that baby!

Tonight I watched the very first episode of Criminal Minds that I ever saw. It made me happy. I also think it is the reason that I love Tears and Rain by James Blunt so much.

So Josh and I went to Barnes and Noble the other day, and he pointed out a quite astonishing fact. There was a new Artemis Fowl book. Obviously, I was shocked by the fact that I did not know this. Upon getting over this shock, I plucked it off the shelf and bought it! It is going well. Artemis has some sort of guilt-ridden disorder causing him to unleash his alter ego who is, in turn, revealing his romantic feelings towards Holly. I KNEW IT! They'll be engaged by book eleven.

After we went to Barnes and Noble we went to Ross. There was a handful of DVDs. One of them...was Little Nemo....the movie that I used to rent every single time my parents took me to Astro Video (back when there was an Astro Video).

It was only three dollars! I watched about half of it while I went to sleep last night. Surprisingly, it was just as good as I remembered. So far.

I'm going to wake up early tomorrow to stain my table before it gets way too hot. Goodnight. Happy adventures in Slumberland!

Concerning Backpacks and Chocolate Shakes

I got it! I got my backpack!
And I am drinking a chocolate shake from Whataburger. It is delicious.

All-nighter with Joshua tonight.
Moviesmoviesmoviesmoviesmovies.

You stink Justin Matisse!

I am getting this backpack tomorrow. Andrea and I are going to the mall at approximately 11:30am, and I will walk into Hot Topic, and I will purchase this backpack. And I will wear the stripe right off of it.

My Christmas list is slowly growing more and more.

So far:

1) Straightener....to replace my broken straightener.

2) Ipod....to replace my broken Ipod.

3) Webcam....to replace my webcam that is attatched to my broken laptop.

4) Walking shoes....to replace the fact that I have no proper footwear for walking/exercizing.

Although I would like to get the shoes before Christmas. I'm serious about this working out thing. Just like I am serious about this getting a job thing.

SERIOUS.

SERIOUS.

SERIOUS.

PERIOD.

I'm starting to worry about how my relationship with Josh is going to suffer from this. The busy scheduling. He has a full time job, and he is going back to school. I am a full time student, and I desperately need a job. We are both going to have very full days. I mean, I know for a fact that we're both secure enough to be able to stay together. I guess I'm just nervous about how I'm going to handle it, not necessarily him. I'm thinking at least one of us will be able to manage getting away once a week. And if that's the case we should be fine. Right?

Sometimes I think I was better off single. I didn't have to think about these sorts of things. I would be 120% ecstatic about the apartment right now. Currently, I'm at about 100.0000001%. Not bad, but still. I wouldn't have anyone to be frustrated with all the time. I wouldn't ever be jealous or let the very worst part of me be exposed.

Then again, I would have a lot fewer reasons to smile. I wouldn't have someone to laugh with. Not the way we do. I wouldn't really have anything to look forward to every day. I wouldn't have my best friend.

I guess when you add it all up, it's worth it.

And I love him.

Love is worth it. Or so I've heard.

"This is true love. You think this happens every day?"

The Princess Bride. I love that movie.

Anyway, it's getting late.

It's going to be lonely without Truffles sleeping on my bed with me tonight.

She really is a sweetheart when she's sleeping.

You're just some racist who can't tie my laces.

I finished Briar Rose today. I know I said the concept of the book was excellent, but I honestly wasn't too impressed with the writing style or the filler story.

The last hundred pages COMPLETELY changed my opinion. Once you get past the awkward romance section and the annoying sisters, you are rewarded with an exceptionally believable Holocaust story. It is strange to think of something so terrible being compared to a fairy tale, but it somehow works. It has a castle (though not a grand and happy place), a Princess (though not by blood), a mist that puts all to sleep (though not everyone will wake from it), and a Prince (though he might not get to live happily ever after).

I recommend it.



I've been listening to Lily Allen all day. I love her alot. I love what she sings about.

Fairy Tales

In two weeks I will be moved into my new apartment.

The reading thing is going well. In the past week I have successfully re-read both Ella Enchanted and Just Ella. Surprisingly, I think I enjoyed Just Ella more. This is surprising because Ella Enchanted used to be one of my absolute favorite books EVAR. It was still amazing, but I feel like Just Ella had more substance. They were both at much lower reading levels than I remembered. Not neccessarily dissappointing....just interesting to notice. I'm glad I read them again. They truly are wonderfully entertaining books...no matter how old you are.

Now I'm in the middle of Briar Rose. I've had it for years and years. I just never got around to reading it. The front cover reads, "A powerful retelling of Sleeping Beauty that is 'heartbreaking and heartwarming." So I'm thinking, "Oh...it's a modern Sleeping Beauty." Nope. I was wrong. It's so much deeper than that. It's a Holocaust story. Weird, huh? Not so much. The connections so far are actually quite fantastic. I'm only 85 out of 239 pages in, but I'm already blown away by the author's analogy between the fairy tale and the tragedy. I'm curious to see where it goes from here.