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Day 367: First of the season
Oct. 17th, 2006 10:49 amIt snowed today. First snow of the season. This time last year it was unseasonbly warm. This time it's unseasonably warm. Wonder when everything will be normal again. It's sad when the weather is so like life that it's emo. Megan has only been gone for a day, and I miss her already.
Yesterday was a surprisingly good day. I think I did all right on my mythology test. Marty came over and studied Sunday night. It really helped. I also think that the presentation went well, although I am still convinced that my CJ professor dislikes me. I got all caught up on my reading for Dickens in time for class, which was nice. I went to lunch with Marty, and was overjoyed, like the nerdy English major that I am, when my book came. Now, I will confess, I bought the book for some surprisingly fangirlish reasons, but it's turning out to be very well written. Of course, several years dealing in critical theory and literary criticism in general is making me look at this closer than I should. I noticed the heavy ethnocentricity going on, as well as some racial and cultural stereotypes, and I think, knowing what I do about Dennis Wheatley and his famous occult library, that I am seeing lots of the author in the protagonist, but I am enjoying it immensely. The promo spots for the film keep showing spiders, and so when Toby mentions that the monster has a round body and loads of waving legs, I immediately thought of spiders. He decides it's an Octopus at which point I promptly tell myself that it's Cthulhu. And then I laughed at myself, because my only real horrifying assocation with an octopus is from James Bond. You all know what I mean. I rest my case.
Latin was short. Prior to Latin, Alex and I crashed fighter practiced, and fought each other after I fought Ericka. Logan is strangely reticent and un-funny when in the daylight. I missed his humour. After Latin I returned to the Manor and did some homework. We also did some running around, and I indulged in some more utterly crap-tacular fangirlness. Seirra, Marty, and I went to see Fearless. I loved it. Jet Li did a wonderful acting job, Martial arts aside. I wanted to cry at the end, but didn't. Seirra and I made random comments about the actor who played Tanaka. But it was a poignant and powerful movie. I kept remembering how one of the poli sci girls had the audacity to claim that Hong Kong was the most free place in the world before the handover. I hated how stupid and American she sounded, because honestly, when was the last time the Americans were conquered and colonized and had their dignity and culture stripped away to serve the needs of others? I'm glad to be American, because it lets me say random stuff like this, but the arrogance inherent in her statement horrified me.
Still, yesterday was pretty good.
Also, I had a dream that I was married. It was weird. At least my husband was pretty cute.
No, this does NOT mean that I suffer from empty ring finger syndrome. The ring I'm wearing on my ring finger now is a hell of a lot more expensive than can be afforded by any of the marriageable men I know. I refuse to displace it for a cheap ornament.
I also started rereading Kedriaa's "Dragons of the East, Tigers of the West," which I started reading years ago. It was unfinished at the time, so I'm attempting to finish it now. It's set before, during, and after the Opium Wars, and so watching "Fearless" reminded me of kung fu WuFei.
Yesterday was a surprisingly good day. I think I did all right on my mythology test. Marty came over and studied Sunday night. It really helped. I also think that the presentation went well, although I am still convinced that my CJ professor dislikes me. I got all caught up on my reading for Dickens in time for class, which was nice. I went to lunch with Marty, and was overjoyed, like the nerdy English major that I am, when my book came. Now, I will confess, I bought the book for some surprisingly fangirlish reasons, but it's turning out to be very well written. Of course, several years dealing in critical theory and literary criticism in general is making me look at this closer than I should. I noticed the heavy ethnocentricity going on, as well as some racial and cultural stereotypes, and I think, knowing what I do about Dennis Wheatley and his famous occult library, that I am seeing lots of the author in the protagonist, but I am enjoying it immensely. The promo spots for the film keep showing spiders, and so when Toby mentions that the monster has a round body and loads of waving legs, I immediately thought of spiders. He decides it's an Octopus at which point I promptly tell myself that it's Cthulhu. And then I laughed at myself, because my only real horrifying assocation with an octopus is from James Bond. You all know what I mean. I rest my case.
Latin was short. Prior to Latin, Alex and I crashed fighter practiced, and fought each other after I fought Ericka. Logan is strangely reticent and un-funny when in the daylight. I missed his humour. After Latin I returned to the Manor and did some homework. We also did some running around, and I indulged in some more utterly crap-tacular fangirlness. Seirra, Marty, and I went to see Fearless. I loved it. Jet Li did a wonderful acting job, Martial arts aside. I wanted to cry at the end, but didn't. Seirra and I made random comments about the actor who played Tanaka. But it was a poignant and powerful movie. I kept remembering how one of the poli sci girls had the audacity to claim that Hong Kong was the most free place in the world before the handover. I hated how stupid and American she sounded, because honestly, when was the last time the Americans were conquered and colonized and had their dignity and culture stripped away to serve the needs of others? I'm glad to be American, because it lets me say random stuff like this, but the arrogance inherent in her statement horrified me.
Still, yesterday was pretty good.
Also, I had a dream that I was married. It was weird. At least my husband was pretty cute.
No, this does NOT mean that I suffer from empty ring finger syndrome. The ring I'm wearing on my ring finger now is a hell of a lot more expensive than can be afforded by any of the marriageable men I know. I refuse to displace it for a cheap ornament.
I also started rereading Kedriaa's "Dragons of the East, Tigers of the West," which I started reading years ago. It was unfinished at the time, so I'm attempting to finish it now. It's set before, during, and after the Opium Wars, and so watching "Fearless" reminded me of kung fu WuFei.
