the weekend in thoughts, so far
this weekend, i've been doing a lot of work. lots of reading, some planning of research, more reading, some research, more reading, more research, etc. as it is the end of sunday, the traditional weekend's end, i will go ahead and post the non-work related thoughts that struck me strongly enough to write down.
1. it really wouldn't take much time to run to the store and pick up a couple boxes of macaroni and cheese.
2. is it wrong to get more work done in your living room than in your home office?
3. danish wedding cookies are nasty. better take these to the english dept to see if anyone else wants them.
4. man, some macaroni and cheese sounds good about now.
5. what in the world does it mean to 'violate the double alliteration condition of anacrusis'? i thought i was a grad student, and therefore in the know about these things.
6. oh, god, i'm going to fail this assignment.
7. shit, man, it isn't even my fault.
8. i need some cheesy noodle goodness. [insert stray thoughts about the texture of perfectly done noodles with slippery cheese sauce, and a brief mental tangent about the creation of noodles in shapes]
9. ah, crap. there's no way i'll get a good night's sleep in and still get this done.
10. fuck it. i'm going to bed.
11. [insert dream here where anthropmorphic macaroni noodles leaked cheese all over my carpet while marching in military rank. i believe there was an arm crafted out of a gigantic macaroni hanging over my bedroom door.]
12. hmm, this is a big building. maybe no one will notice i'm here and i won't be mobbed by little old ladies.
13. no, no, don't do this to me. come on, you've got to have the book. you didn't have any of the others, so at least have this one, would you?
14. shit. i'm going to fail this assignment.
15. what sort of over-achiever checks out a guide to reading old english poetry within the first two weeks of a semester?
16. these pens run out of ink at an amazing rate. no wonder they came with two refill cartridges.
17. i probably should start carrying those refills with me.
18. 4 hrs later, she's found 2 whole books for the assignment. they aren't the ones on the list, but they'll do. maybe.
19. i should have eaten more than a container of yogurt for breakfast. it's very hungry work here in the library.
20. should have brought the brace, too. it'd be warmer than nothing, and the cold's making my wrist seize up.
21. i should have bought macaroni and cheese yesterday. then, when i'm done here, i'd have something nice and comforting to go home to.
22. i'm afraid to leave my book-hoarde. if i don't sit here guarding it, some librarian-thief will try to reshelf it. i spent 7 hours collecting it. it's mine. my own. my precious.
23. bambie, honey, algebra really isn't that difficult. for god's sake, go to the bathroom, blow your nose, dry your eyes, and stop sobbing in butch's letterman jacket. you're in public, for crying out loud. literally. and x is much easier to find than you're making it out to be.
24. hey, butch, sweetie. telling crude jokes at an ever-increasing volume is obviously not making bambie feel better. send her to the little girls' room to get over the doom that is question number 6. or try patting her shoulder and saying 'there, there. there, there. we'll find x, don't you worry.'
25. not just macaroni and cheese. i'll need some protein as well. i've got that ground beef in the freezer, just needs a quick thaw to be ready to go. i'm so glad i just cooked the whole thing whenever ago that was.
26. i'm such a fool. why didn't i choose some other topic to do this on? i could have had better luck with mystery novels of the 21st century. or fantasy novels dealing with gigantic reptillian creatures of varying levels of intelligence. why old english literature? in a library that clearly puts more value on 19th century lit?
27. damn, damn, damn. i can't leave my book-hoarde, but i'm hungry. and cold. and my wrist hurts.
28. i wish it was my fault, somehow. if i'd put this off, i could blame myself and do better in the future. if i'd been lazy in my pre-planning, i could blame myself and plan better next time. if only it was something i could conceivably fix.
29. white flag time. i've got 14 sources of dubious quality. maybe i can just explain how lacking our library is in old english lit, and the prof will be understanding.
30. considering the reality of spending 9 solid hours in an ice cube of a library, one would think more could be accomplished.
31. what the hell. there's a store on the way home. if the only thing of value i accomplish during today's study time is to buy a box of macaroni and cheese, so be it.
32. this united must be the ghetto united where poor white trash shop. i've never seen so many grundgey people looking so natural in their filth. [let there be a side note here stating that, as a poor person of rather pale descent myself, i am using the term poor white trash to indicate a specific group of people and not the greater portion of impoverished people who are trying to make do. poor white trash are akin to rednecks in some ways, in all that stereotype implies, and there are several clans of them here in dirt town....]
33. ah, the heat is good to the wrist. must remember to thank sr for the 'hot towel around wrist' tip.
34. oh, looks like i get to change the overhead light in the office. it's been quite a while since there were two working bulbs.... i wonder how bright it will be.
35. wow. that's quite an improvement.
36. we might have a knitting problem blooming. festus should not be curled amongst the knitting boxes with his little tootsies pressed against the stack of knitting books. but he is cute.
37. if i'm going to do this all again tomorrow, i'll need to sleep soon.
~~~
and there you have a catalog of my more prominent thoughts this weekend. the warm towel trick is not as long-lasting as i'd like, festus us really into that tub of yarn (into curling on top of it, not actually in it, or i'd be doing something a great deal more active than blogging right now), and i still feel i'm likely to fail this assignment i've been working on.
to top it off, i have not yet had the opportunity to read the two books and seven articles for next week.
and the bookstore hasn't gotten beowulf, so i can't begin translating my 80+ lines.
but the macaroni and cheese was good. would have been better without the meat. i don't know why, but i can never seem to remember that i prefer my macaroni and cheese unadulterated. i keep adding crap to it, and only afterward remembering that purebred noodles and cheese sauce is much superior to the mutt version.
this summer, i sort of got used to this thing where a person goes to bed between 10 and 11, and then wakes up between 6 and 7. i like it very much. but i fear that soon, i will become again one of those people who go to bed between 1 and 3 and wake up between 7 and 8, and then run around in the mornings because there's lateness looming on the horizon.
i discovered last semester or the semester before (can't really recall which) that my body is [shocking news to follow, please sit down] no longer all that young. it isn't willing to go on less than 6 hours of sleep anymore. it selectively ignores alarms, goes back to bed after a shower, breakfast, and a trip through the closet, and generally misbehaves.
this might be part of being 20-something, though i really had been thinking i was going to be capable of all-night shenanegans until the age of 35 at least. i mean, 30 is that milestone year of 'where the hell did my youth go', and 40 is the 'holy crap, i'm ancient' year in popular culture. i was thinking i had some more all-nighters packed away in there somewhere is all.
but i don't. they were all used up in the masters degree. now i've got to get used to this adult schedule (and to tell the truth, it's much easier as i get older). it'd be a piece of cake if most of my necessary classes didn't take place between 6 and 9 at night. ah well.
speaking of all of that, i'm drained, exhausted, and etc. so that's it for now. enjoy the holiday.
love and peace
1. it really wouldn't take much time to run to the store and pick up a couple boxes of macaroni and cheese.
2. is it wrong to get more work done in your living room than in your home office?
3. danish wedding cookies are nasty. better take these to the english dept to see if anyone else wants them.
4. man, some macaroni and cheese sounds good about now.
5. what in the world does it mean to 'violate the double alliteration condition of anacrusis'? i thought i was a grad student, and therefore in the know about these things.
6. oh, god, i'm going to fail this assignment.
7. shit, man, it isn't even my fault.
8. i need some cheesy noodle goodness. [insert stray thoughts about the texture of perfectly done noodles with slippery cheese sauce, and a brief mental tangent about the creation of noodles in shapes]
9. ah, crap. there's no way i'll get a good night's sleep in and still get this done.
10. fuck it. i'm going to bed.
11. [insert dream here where anthropmorphic macaroni noodles leaked cheese all over my carpet while marching in military rank. i believe there was an arm crafted out of a gigantic macaroni hanging over my bedroom door.]
12. hmm, this is a big building. maybe no one will notice i'm here and i won't be mobbed by little old ladies.
13. no, no, don't do this to me. come on, you've got to have the book. you didn't have any of the others, so at least have this one, would you?
14. shit. i'm going to fail this assignment.
15. what sort of over-achiever checks out a guide to reading old english poetry within the first two weeks of a semester?
16. these pens run out of ink at an amazing rate. no wonder they came with two refill cartridges.
17. i probably should start carrying those refills with me.
18. 4 hrs later, she's found 2 whole books for the assignment. they aren't the ones on the list, but they'll do. maybe.
19. i should have eaten more than a container of yogurt for breakfast. it's very hungry work here in the library.
20. should have brought the brace, too. it'd be warmer than nothing, and the cold's making my wrist seize up.
21. i should have bought macaroni and cheese yesterday. then, when i'm done here, i'd have something nice and comforting to go home to.
22. i'm afraid to leave my book-hoarde. if i don't sit here guarding it, some librarian-thief will try to reshelf it. i spent 7 hours collecting it. it's mine. my own. my precious.
23. bambie, honey, algebra really isn't that difficult. for god's sake, go to the bathroom, blow your nose, dry your eyes, and stop sobbing in butch's letterman jacket. you're in public, for crying out loud. literally. and x is much easier to find than you're making it out to be.
24. hey, butch, sweetie. telling crude jokes at an ever-increasing volume is obviously not making bambie feel better. send her to the little girls' room to get over the doom that is question number 6. or try patting her shoulder and saying 'there, there. there, there. we'll find x, don't you worry.'
25. not just macaroni and cheese. i'll need some protein as well. i've got that ground beef in the freezer, just needs a quick thaw to be ready to go. i'm so glad i just cooked the whole thing whenever ago that was.
26. i'm such a fool. why didn't i choose some other topic to do this on? i could have had better luck with mystery novels of the 21st century. or fantasy novels dealing with gigantic reptillian creatures of varying levels of intelligence. why old english literature? in a library that clearly puts more value on 19th century lit?
27. damn, damn, damn. i can't leave my book-hoarde, but i'm hungry. and cold. and my wrist hurts.
28. i wish it was my fault, somehow. if i'd put this off, i could blame myself and do better in the future. if i'd been lazy in my pre-planning, i could blame myself and plan better next time. if only it was something i could conceivably fix.
29. white flag time. i've got 14 sources of dubious quality. maybe i can just explain how lacking our library is in old english lit, and the prof will be understanding.
30. considering the reality of spending 9 solid hours in an ice cube of a library, one would think more could be accomplished.
31. what the hell. there's a store on the way home. if the only thing of value i accomplish during today's study time is to buy a box of macaroni and cheese, so be it.
32. this united must be the ghetto united where poor white trash shop. i've never seen so many grundgey people looking so natural in their filth. [let there be a side note here stating that, as a poor person of rather pale descent myself, i am using the term poor white trash to indicate a specific group of people and not the greater portion of impoverished people who are trying to make do. poor white trash are akin to rednecks in some ways, in all that stereotype implies, and there are several clans of them here in dirt town....]
33. ah, the heat is good to the wrist. must remember to thank sr for the 'hot towel around wrist' tip.
34. oh, looks like i get to change the overhead light in the office. it's been quite a while since there were two working bulbs.... i wonder how bright it will be.
35. wow. that's quite an improvement.
36. we might have a knitting problem blooming. festus should not be curled amongst the knitting boxes with his little tootsies pressed against the stack of knitting books. but he is cute.
37. if i'm going to do this all again tomorrow, i'll need to sleep soon.
~~~
and there you have a catalog of my more prominent thoughts this weekend. the warm towel trick is not as long-lasting as i'd like, festus us really into that tub of yarn (into curling on top of it, not actually in it, or i'd be doing something a great deal more active than blogging right now), and i still feel i'm likely to fail this assignment i've been working on.
to top it off, i have not yet had the opportunity to read the two books and seven articles for next week.
and the bookstore hasn't gotten beowulf, so i can't begin translating my 80+ lines.
but the macaroni and cheese was good. would have been better without the meat. i don't know why, but i can never seem to remember that i prefer my macaroni and cheese unadulterated. i keep adding crap to it, and only afterward remembering that purebred noodles and cheese sauce is much superior to the mutt version.
this summer, i sort of got used to this thing where a person goes to bed between 10 and 11, and then wakes up between 6 and 7. i like it very much. but i fear that soon, i will become again one of those people who go to bed between 1 and 3 and wake up between 7 and 8, and then run around in the mornings because there's lateness looming on the horizon.
i discovered last semester or the semester before (can't really recall which) that my body is [shocking news to follow, please sit down] no longer all that young. it isn't willing to go on less than 6 hours of sleep anymore. it selectively ignores alarms, goes back to bed after a shower, breakfast, and a trip through the closet, and generally misbehaves.
this might be part of being 20-something, though i really had been thinking i was going to be capable of all-night shenanegans until the age of 35 at least. i mean, 30 is that milestone year of 'where the hell did my youth go', and 40 is the 'holy crap, i'm ancient' year in popular culture. i was thinking i had some more all-nighters packed away in there somewhere is all.
but i don't. they were all used up in the masters degree. now i've got to get used to this adult schedule (and to tell the truth, it's much easier as i get older). it'd be a piece of cake if most of my necessary classes didn't take place between 6 and 9 at night. ah well.
speaking of all of that, i'm drained, exhausted, and etc. so that's it for now. enjoy the holiday.
love and peace
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