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Then Let Truth Be Thy Dowry
Nov. 19th, 2012 10:36 amSo that class I'm grading is doing King Lear, and it's very good but very hard for me to read on a personal emotional level. I'm also shirking my duties on working on a ten page paper on Beloved and deconstruction so this had better be short and sweet. Or something...
The semester is coming to a close, and paper deadlines are rearing their ugly heads everywhere. I need to get more research done, but at the same time I'm so apathetic about it at the moment all I can force myself into thinking is that it'd be awesome to go walking. I haven't hit the trail in days, and I'm starting to shake from the withdrawal. I laughed at my old coworkers when they said exercise was addictive. Silly me. Ha.
I have one story that I have yet to reformat and move from the other sites, three on the back burner, that big bang fic to edit a fourth time, and an idea rattling in my head that I haven't even begun to properly engage. I'm pointing a finger at it and shouting that it has to wait. Just a few weeks. It's starting to get cold here, and I'm looking forward to my first real winter in ever. I keep getting told I'll get tired of it, but to be honest I think that may take a while. If you've ever experienced a Christmas day that was sixty degrees you'd understand my joy at shivering through my last cigarette of the night. There's a feeling winter evokes, a sensation that cannot be ignored or down-graded. So yeah, I'm terrified of driving in snow and ice, and yeah I imagine I will get sick of shoveling snow, but who cares? At least for the first year or two I'll squeal like a child every time flurries start up. It happened a week ago, and it was so casual, but snow in November? I couldn't imagine such a thing just a year ago. So yay for that, and for ridiculously low expectations!
After the papers are done, insert laugh track sounds, I need to start getting the house in order for visitors. This will be the first Thanksgiving I'm near family, but I have a tradition with my Southern friends(my non-blood family) and I'm upholding it. They're making the journey up here for a week to celebrate Christmas, and the kiddos have expectations I don't intend on disappointing. Plus, now I have a fireplace and two wood-burning stoves, which ups Santa's points of entry by two. There's going to be some ridiculous levels of chicanery to prove to them the fat man exists and wants them to be happy. Of course, the present level won't be the same as the last few years because I'm lacking a Christmas Bonus to blow on them, but I can work around that. They're good kids. Also I've been roped into baking for two different blood family events and all the stuff the girls will be expecting. I'm going to drown them in cookies. Literally drown them.
Ok. No more procrastination. Seriously, because once this paper is done I can reformat that story, finish the others, and move on to that idea that just won't leave me alone. I love Beloved, I really do, but ripping it into little pieces in the interest of sounding academic is just so tiring.
-dimeliora
The semester is coming to a close, and paper deadlines are rearing their ugly heads everywhere. I need to get more research done, but at the same time I'm so apathetic about it at the moment all I can force myself into thinking is that it'd be awesome to go walking. I haven't hit the trail in days, and I'm starting to shake from the withdrawal. I laughed at my old coworkers when they said exercise was addictive. Silly me. Ha.
I have one story that I have yet to reformat and move from the other sites, three on the back burner, that big bang fic to edit a fourth time, and an idea rattling in my head that I haven't even begun to properly engage. I'm pointing a finger at it and shouting that it has to wait. Just a few weeks. It's starting to get cold here, and I'm looking forward to my first real winter in ever. I keep getting told I'll get tired of it, but to be honest I think that may take a while. If you've ever experienced a Christmas day that was sixty degrees you'd understand my joy at shivering through my last cigarette of the night. There's a feeling winter evokes, a sensation that cannot be ignored or down-graded. So yeah, I'm terrified of driving in snow and ice, and yeah I imagine I will get sick of shoveling snow, but who cares? At least for the first year or two I'll squeal like a child every time flurries start up. It happened a week ago, and it was so casual, but snow in November? I couldn't imagine such a thing just a year ago. So yay for that, and for ridiculously low expectations!
After the papers are done, insert laugh track sounds, I need to start getting the house in order for visitors. This will be the first Thanksgiving I'm near family, but I have a tradition with my Southern friends(my non-blood family) and I'm upholding it. They're making the journey up here for a week to celebrate Christmas, and the kiddos have expectations I don't intend on disappointing. Plus, now I have a fireplace and two wood-burning stoves, which ups Santa's points of entry by two. There's going to be some ridiculous levels of chicanery to prove to them the fat man exists and wants them to be happy. Of course, the present level won't be the same as the last few years because I'm lacking a Christmas Bonus to blow on them, but I can work around that. They're good kids. Also I've been roped into baking for two different blood family events and all the stuff the girls will be expecting. I'm going to drown them in cookies. Literally drown them.
Ok. No more procrastination. Seriously, because once this paper is done I can reformat that story, finish the others, and move on to that idea that just won't leave me alone. I love Beloved, I really do, but ripping it into little pieces in the interest of sounding academic is just so tiring.
-dimeliora
