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Name: Theo
Interests: Humans, dust and mandolins.
Expertise: Love letters, long novels and bleeding hearts.
Occupation: Immoral things for idle hands.
Industry: The lace trade.
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| Too much Smiths; not enough meat. I love Lent.
So, it's spring break. While a stereotypical college student would be in Can-COON or someplace, I have spent most of my spring break in one of two places -- sitting on top of one of the dryers in the dorm kitchen, or at work. I have also been reading like crazy, which is really nice.
But yes. I have been subsisting on instant coffee and variations on the scrambled egg/omelet theme (both with Wal-Mart's frozen mixed vegetables and usually some soy sauce tossed in) because all food-purchasing places on campus are closed. I am Fending For Myself. I am doing a Damn Good Job, too. I like my cooking, however basic it may be. (I also discovered that, if you toast a rice cracker, it comes out tasting and smelling like burned popcorn, which is a step up in the flavor department for those things.) I finally splurged today and got myself probably my first decent cup o' joe this week before work. I'll have you know I drank that baby down, while listening to (of course) the Smiths, and reading what I'm currently reading.
Ah, yes -- the reading this week. It's awesome. I love breaks here because they mean that I can spend all my free time reading. So this week, I have so far read:
Before They Are Hanged by Joe Abercrombie. This is the second book in Abercrombie's "First Law" trilogy. This dude called Stetson in my Middle Ages class loaned the first one to me before, and I got this from him just before break. It's no step down from the first one, and I have to say, I really can't recommend this series enough. It's kind of like if you put Gormenghast and Fly By Night or the Westmark trilogy in a blender -- lightly fantastical, funny without being annoying, and beautifully written in every respect. The author himself is pretty funny, too -- if you go over to his website, he's got some great stuff in his blog.
The Shining by Stephen King. Got this out of the school library (go figure) just before break started. I've been reading a bit of Stephen King here lately, and intend to read more, especially after finishing this. Although I usually find myself a little... ambivalent towards King, or have in the past, I really, really liked this. His style, which usually comes off as kind of unfinished, really worked here. A very fast read -- I finished it in maybe two days.
Litany of the Long Sun: Nightside the Long Sun by Gene Wolfe. The first book in his "Long Sun" tetralogy, which is apparently mildly linked to his "New Sun" tetralogy. This is my current reading, and I'm about a hundred pages in just now. It's my first major experience with Wolfe, though I did attempt The Knight some while back (never got past the first thirty pages or so, and it therefore doesn't count). So far, so good. It took me a little while to get really hooked, but I'm enjoying it a lot.
God, this is a boring entry.
I made myself a miniskirt. It looks good. My little sister says my legs are too skinny.
Working at JoAnn's is going well. We don't get a lot of scary crazies, though we do get our share of crazies. They just tend to be of the middle-class, anal-retentive type. No, lady, I will not trawl through the pattern books for you to find a leotard pattern for your poor, benighted child, especially not when the eight-year-old kid is standing there looking embarrassed and we're five minutes off closing. Just... No.
Unfortunately, by the time classes start again, I will have spent every day except yesterday and tomorrow doing time there. But hey -- I'll get paid for it, which is completely cool with me. And dude. I pay taxes now. Which means that, at the end of next year, I'll be filling out the FAFSA for myself. Which is just too damn weird to even think about.
So... So what else is going on? Jack, I'll tell you. I have to make an informative speech at 8am next Tuesday, which I'll be doing about the battle of the Somme, mostly because I have given that speech several times already, and so essentially know what I'm doing. I just need to make up a PowerPoint and a bibliography to go with it. (Urgh.) Other than that... Geez. Nothing doing.
I get paid tomorrow. And then I get to spend forty bucks of it sending a package to my family, or trying to, and another twenty on phone minutes. And another fifty go to combined savings (Bill and I are saving to go to the San Diego Comic Con, if we can work it out), and -- hopefully -- another fifty to my personal savings attempts. So $160 of a probably not more than $230 paycheck is gone. That's without food.
I'm going to bed now.
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| Just wrote this on Facebook, then realized no one would ever read it there because who in their right mind reads facebook notes?
What does it say about me that I want people to read this stuff?
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My eyes hurt. Just from being tired. Just from it being so damn late.
I have two papers due, one right after the other. They're not bad, lengthwise or clockwise (ahahahakillmenow), but I just don't want to do them. I am tired, I am so goddamn tired, I want to go to sleep for a week, I want to sleep not alone, I want to write in comma splices because I want secretly to touch my English comp teacher. (Not really. She watches "24" and looks like an imaginary stereotype English teacher. I can't tell if she likes me or not but she kind of scares me.)
Did you know that I am in therapy now? Oh yes. Last Monday and today, so far, and again the Monday after next. Then the Monday after that, I'm getting checked to see if I should be on drugs for the funny things that happen in my head.
I made egg drop soup for dinner, and no one stole my washing even though I accidentally had to leave it in the dryer while I was out. I mention this because the last time I left washing in the machine, my jeans got stolen.
I'm listening to Bright Eyes again. I need to get more of their stuff. I am listening to Bright Eyes and The Used today, for some reason. I am finding that maybe "Lies For the Liars" is not the piece of excrement I thought it was on its initial release.
Now I'm typing with my eyes closed. and If it's a mess, I'm not going to go back and fix it, because I want you all to see how much too much time I'm spend on the computer.
Okay, that is scarily free of errors.
I'm going to go do sit ups, and then I'm going to hopefully get about five hours' sleep before I wake up and head to class and embark on a day so busy I probably won't be able to talk to my family.
Jesus Mary and Joseph, can I have spring break already?
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In other news, I'm read The Consolation of Philosophy by Boethius, which is good. I have also been going to the gym, because I have an obsessive worry about my weight going on here.
I am screwed entirely.
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| Oh, hell yes. Hell yes. Actually, I have been helped more in the course of my life (though not necessarily recently) by fictional characters than by actual people -- though often the epiphanies only followed talking to real people about the fictional characters. So maybe not.
I just answered this Featured Question; you can answer it too!
And other than answering featured questions... I've been reading: The Drawing of the Three by Stephen King, which I am enjoying much more than The Gunslinger, because it's so much less scattered; La Peste by Albert Camus, in the original French, because I don't want to lose my skills; and just the other day started on The Merchant of Venice for a Shakespeare course. I have been listening to: Lots of strange post-rock and -hardcore, specifically Thrice and 65DaysofStatic, though today was characterized by heavy doses of From First To Last. The Writer's Guild is reading Uncle Charlie (my horror novel); I'm getting signed up for most of my classes for the next couple of years; I'm working at JoAnn's fabrics for a little more than minimum wage; I'm cooking a lot.
Actually, last night I made something awesome: Curried Split Pea Hummus. Recipe available upon request. Very easy, very yummy, lowfathighproteinvegetarian. I am kick ass.
I am also in a hurry.
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| I tried to have imaginary friends. I really did. I made up a girl called Kimberley who was older and cooler than me, and who drank a lot of soda and wore her hair in a side ponytail. (It was, like, totally 1996-7, okay?) But we didn't have much of a relationship. She wasn't all that.
I just answered this Featured Question; you can answer it too! | | |
| Right now I'm listening to Tom Waits, yes. But this line comes from a song on one of the two albums I have been listening to almost without interruption for the past couple of weeks. It is this one. It is a very good album indeed. At first I didn't like it as much as A Skylit Drive's initial EP, but it's really grown on me. I like the spaciness of it, and a few of the tracks -- especially "My Disease" -- are just beautiful.
Speaking of which, I'm at the mall again, which is quieter than before. I am here courtesy of E, my friend from Gehenna High. She's still as awesome as she always was. Cooler than me any day of the week. And she's not annoying about it. She actually offered to let me stay at her apartment if I needed a place to stay at some point. (The reason I segue into her is because she loved A Skylit Drive in school.)
College is going well. I am cooking lentils a lot lately, which has won me praise from many. I am also reading La Peste by Albert Camus in the original. I don't want to lose my French.
E is sitting next to me. She is putting me in her phone. Her friends are talking about a party house, but she is straight edge, though she dislikes the scene.
I'm too scattered to write a decent entry right now. Forgive me.
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