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I did *one* thing, at least, that I had originally planned to do over my Easter holiday. Which is to say, that I finished reading Tam Lin. Which I really did enjoy. I love that ballad, and the author placed it well in her setting. I was thinking that some of the characters seemed a little unnatural, but in reflection, it was only the unnatural ones, so I guess that is okay. The book did make me question whether or not I actually did ever miss out on anything by living at home for my first degree. I guess I just can't really believe what other students are like. You know, real people. 'Cause I'm obviously not one of them. *cynicism* And then sometimes I wish I could be on more familiar terms with the supernatural. Who actually wants to be real? Where's my elf knight, damnit?
Anyway, I finished the book, which was good, though it did made me feel morose, because I have no elves, because I obviously don't read enough poetry, or else the book was just aimed at people who like English a lot as a subject, or else it embittered me by dissing anthropology, and I just don't believe in colleges like the one in which the story was set, but I wish I could have gone to one.... and so on.
And then to cheer me even further, I decided/realized that I need to do my taxes, and pulled them out, and now I'm terrified that I am going to be doing everything wrong, and the England things is all complicated, and I don't know if I have the right forms, and they aren't asking me for things I think the should be, and what I really want to do is envelop myself in another story, not think about the fact that I still need to write a 2-3000 word essay on Margery Kempe, and read all my inter-library loan books, and I need to go to the library and spend some quality time with one of them that I can't take out, and then I need to start reading an archaeological report on glass that looks dreadfully dry, and I have to write up an outline of a presentation that I haven't even thought about, and pick a topic for my long (6-8000 words) essay and start working on that, and write up a 500 word thing on how Time Team (tv program) can be improved, and clean my room, and wash my duvet, and... damnit, I just don't want to. I haven't even gotten out of bed yet and I've been awake since noon (unbelievable enough since I went to sleep around 4:30 and had been up for 22 hours before hand), and....ergh.
And I wish they had had real fish instead of just fish cakes left last night when I went for food. And I dread the thought of having to eat, and have no food here anyway, which means that i also need to go grocery shopping. And I haven't worked any on my medieval kit, on the stuff I can do by hand, or on my boots, or on getting thread so I can bug one of the people I know with a sewing machine to be able to use their and damnit this venting just isn't getting me anywhere. I have songs in my head and I know how silly this all seems and if I get out of bed and get on with it, this will all seem very silly. Which I will do in the next five minutes. Only now I feel like I'm trivializing everyone else's problems. And so on. I'm not even actually depressed, just a tad morose and it is all the book's fault, and maybe the taxes, and... *le sigh*
I really have almost finished this thing about twenty times now. And this time, for real.
Anyway, I finished the book, which was good, though it did made me feel morose, because I have no elves, because I obviously don't read enough poetry, or else the book was just aimed at people who like English a lot as a subject, or else it embittered me by dissing anthropology, and I just don't believe in colleges like the one in which the story was set, but I wish I could have gone to one.... and so on.
And then to cheer me even further, I decided/realized that I need to do my taxes, and pulled them out, and now I'm terrified that I am going to be doing everything wrong, and the England things is all complicated, and I don't know if I have the right forms, and they aren't asking me for things I think the should be, and what I really want to do is envelop myself in another story, not think about the fact that I still need to write a 2-3000 word essay on Margery Kempe, and read all my inter-library loan books, and I need to go to the library and spend some quality time with one of them that I can't take out, and then I need to start reading an archaeological report on glass that looks dreadfully dry, and I have to write up an outline of a presentation that I haven't even thought about, and pick a topic for my long (6-8000 words) essay and start working on that, and write up a 500 word thing on how Time Team (tv program) can be improved, and clean my room, and wash my duvet, and... damnit, I just don't want to. I haven't even gotten out of bed yet and I've been awake since noon (unbelievable enough since I went to sleep around 4:30 and had been up for 22 hours before hand), and....ergh.
And I wish they had had real fish instead of just fish cakes left last night when I went for food. And I dread the thought of having to eat, and have no food here anyway, which means that i also need to go grocery shopping. And I haven't worked any on my medieval kit, on the stuff I can do by hand, or on my boots, or on getting thread so I can bug one of the people I know with a sewing machine to be able to use their and damnit this venting just isn't getting me anywhere. I have songs in my head and I know how silly this all seems and if I get out of bed and get on with it, this will all seem very silly. Which I will do in the next five minutes. Only now I feel like I'm trivializing everyone else's problems. And so on. I'm not even actually depressed, just a tad morose and it is all the book's fault, and maybe the taxes, and... *le sigh*
I really have almost finished this thing about twenty times now. And this time, for real.
morose
Aw...