Day 139: Ooops...
Apr. 16th, 2005 11:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzOkay. So the entry I just wrote went and erased itself.
Don't you love technology that way? (please note saccharine and strychnine-style sarcasm.)
Today I did absolutely nothing.
After staying up till hellish hours breaking my head over Milton, Paradise Lost and commentary on it, doing nothing felt good. It was nice outside so I opened my windows and my curtains. It's been insufferable hot in the dorms as of late.
Dad called today, and he and I had a long chat about Milton, English Christianity, Paradise Lost, God as a monarch (or he shouldn't be a monarch because he really isn't one in the Bible until after humans introduce the concept of the king) and many other things. We talked some about hierarchies in heaven and hell, systems of belief which pervaded in England from the time of Milton to the early twentieth century. I reckoned from the background chatter that Dad called because Mom checked my journal and noted my desire to talk to him. I wondered if anyone read this old thing anymore. Not that it's here for people to read (if it were I'm sure the men in the white coats would have been by about now). It's here because I'm too lazy to write a journal by hand.
I watched a Harry Potter movie again (yes, I'm crazy, but I haven't seen them as many times as Jill has seen those Lord of the Ring movies), surfed the internet, read bits of books.
Okay, so I did a little work. I marked up the necessary portions of Book Three of Paradise Lost. I reckon I've found what I need from those books I dragged out of the library, but I prefer it if my papers have more of my analysis than of back-up quotes and whatnot. I'm going to have to dig up some dish on cultural materialism since I need to include that in my paper somehow, but maybe I'll talk to Tvordi because we never really did get to it in my Critical Methods class last semester. Lucky for me I'll be taking advanced Critical Methods next semester. I finally managed to register for all my classes. *cheer*
I hope you made it home all right, Del, and that you're no longer freaked out.
Sleep well, all.
Don't you love technology that way? (please note saccharine and strychnine-style sarcasm.)
Today I did absolutely nothing.
After staying up till hellish hours breaking my head over Milton, Paradise Lost and commentary on it, doing nothing felt good. It was nice outside so I opened my windows and my curtains. It's been insufferable hot in the dorms as of late.
Dad called today, and he and I had a long chat about Milton, English Christianity, Paradise Lost, God as a monarch (or he shouldn't be a monarch because he really isn't one in the Bible until after humans introduce the concept of the king) and many other things. We talked some about hierarchies in heaven and hell, systems of belief which pervaded in England from the time of Milton to the early twentieth century. I reckoned from the background chatter that Dad called because Mom checked my journal and noted my desire to talk to him. I wondered if anyone read this old thing anymore. Not that it's here for people to read (if it were I'm sure the men in the white coats would have been by about now). It's here because I'm too lazy to write a journal by hand.
I watched a Harry Potter movie again (yes, I'm crazy, but I haven't seen them as many times as Jill has seen those Lord of the Ring movies), surfed the internet, read bits of books.
Okay, so I did a little work. I marked up the necessary portions of Book Three of Paradise Lost. I reckon I've found what I need from those books I dragged out of the library, but I prefer it if my papers have more of my analysis than of back-up quotes and whatnot. I'm going to have to dig up some dish on cultural materialism since I need to include that in my paper somehow, but maybe I'll talk to Tvordi because we never really did get to it in my Critical Methods class last semester. Lucky for me I'll be taking advanced Critical Methods next semester. I finally managed to register for all my classes. *cheer*
I hope you made it home all right, Del, and that you're no longer freaked out.
Sleep well, all.
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Date: 2005-04-17 07:12 am (UTC)Mmmm. That's all I have to say. :)