Blog-O-Rama Time
Listening: Paris Train - Beth Orton
Now you're sittin' on a Paris train
Laughin' at your own jokes again
Sun splits the trees
Into beautiful broken light.
Now I'm sitting on a Paris train
Mountain ash falls like rain
Fire burns the trees
It's a beautiful fatality.
Holy shit it has been a while. Seriously, it has crossed my mind at some point in the past week, "Shit, I should update my blog", but oi, a week is pretty bad for me, considering there are some days where I post twice in a row.
In other news, life has been going about as well as planned. I got assailed by a Linguistics midterm on Monday, and then a random Roman Civ quiz on Wednesday, and now I have to study for a Psych midterm next Wednesday and a Mythology test on Monday. On the bright side of things, everything seems to be going well in that department. I got on A on an English paper I wrote. I now do a dance.
Gen brought me pie in English class yesterday, and I'LL BE DAMNED IF IT WASN'T THE BEST PIE I HAVE EVER EATEN.
Bah. I usually ascertain whether I'm going to have a good or bad day about ten minutes after I get up in the mornings (like yesterday, when I got up and said "I'LL BE GODDAMNED IF TODAY ISN'T GOING TO BE A WONDERFUL DAY" and scared my dog), but I'm not sure how to feel about today. Yes I am going to Chapters to (finally) blow my $50 gift certificate on insane-o fantasy and trashy romance novels (it's a vice), but I have work at 5:30, which means missing at least the majority of Benji's awesome bash tonight, which makes me sadder than you can imagine. However, spooky ethereal voices (e.g. the weatherman) tell me we might be expecting snow tonight, so... I kind of hope that any weather we get deters would-be Wal-Mart goers.
Goddammit last Friday night at Wal-Mart was so boring I thought my brain was going to explode. We had a crazy-ass snowstorm, so while Jam was getting his hate on with that stupid bitch from down the street, I was running around Ghost-Mart freaking out about how not-busy it was and how some people still insisted on braving the peril of the barely-visible streets to come shopping for useless things. Also the power went out at one point, so I was running around then and being a snow zombie.
Random Employee: A what?
The Marchioness: A snow zombie. I come out when the weather is less than savory, and feast on the stupidity of the living who are dumb enough to come out shopping for retarded things when the streets threaten icy death. *begins doing a zombie walk towards some random customers* They will be my first victiiiiimth.
Random Employee: There is something seriously fucking wrong with you.
Also I was learning from another employee that apparently it is possible to be in labour for a week and not know it. True story!
Very few things are quite as satisfying as spending in excess of $300 on various commodities which may or may not be necessary and then finding out that you have money in the bank that you didn't even know was there. My brain is frolicking a little bit right now, I am considering going back and hugging the bank machine.
Those quasi-necessary items include MUN textbooks (very necessary) which I bought several weeks ago, and a haircut (not very necessary, but very worth it) that I got yesterday. My hair is short and dark and coppery-orange in places! I feel like my head will go on to Broadway and leave the rest of me behind or something.
Also, I actually finished a story recently. It's not long, six chapters and an epilogue, about 464 handwritten pages. (My handwriting isn't that big, though.) Words cannot express how accomplished I feel right now. This little piece of work won't be going anywhere or doing anything spectacular, but it's a story that I've had in my head for about two years and I am ecstatic that my muse took the initiative to come out of left goddamn field, smack me in the head with a frying pan, and coldly demand, "I want my happy ending, goddammit". And his happy ending he got, as it would have been unjust to give a story about Romanian orphans an unhappy ending.
My God I have the insanest urge to go traveling right now. Ever get that crazy feeling in your bones, where you're just like "Forget this place!" and want to pack up and trek off for grand adventures? I get that mood a lot, usually brought on by music or movies or drawings and stuff. Stupid Beth Orton makes me want to go to Paris now or something. Gah. The problem is, if I ever did decide to just pack up and get the fuck out of Dodge one day, it would be cool because my crazy uncle has properties all over Europe and the U.S. and has offered me a loan of said properties more than once. So picture, if you will. A very confused, very lost Canadian Marchioness winds up in England, with no idea where to go. No problem! Ring up her uncle and get a loan of his three-acre manor in Oxford. She winds up in France four days later, just as confused and now with a parasol or a small piano. Don't worry! Ring up her uncle and get a loan of his Parisian flat. No extra fee!
Goddammit if I'm not going to go to Europe sometime in my life and take advantage of all those offers and more.
Jam has been whimpering about our English class lately, not because he hates the prof, because she's wicked, but because he dislikes the material. This makes my brain cry a little bit, because I am absolutely in love with this course. I just love what material we're covering, like Beowulf and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight and The Faerie Queen and such. Also, Prof Vecchi is goddamn hilarious. How many profs will dictate what they're writing on a blackboard like it's a war cry ("Cam-e-loooooooooot!") (insert "For the glory of" here) and then lecture one of the characters of the epic you're reading for being both a gentleman and a weenie? ("Aww, he's so naive, it's adorable! He's cute, really. Stunned and all, but--SHE'S GORGEOUS! She is an absolute knockout! And Sir Gawain is just lyin' there all "I don't wanna". Cute. Courteous. Dumb, really. But cute.") So I am making mental notes to myself, since I'm going to be an English major and kicking around this place for quite a while. Linda Vecchi: Happiness and funtimes. Mary Dalton: death on wheels, only without wheels and with a scary batcave filled with bats.
Oh man someone I know just turned up! I have been sitting here for like an hour going "wtf where are all these people I'm supposed to know" and finally one turns up. Yay for Lisa.
I met a dashing young man two days ago, but that will have to wait for a later date.
Icarus is getting called 'Kitten' by more than one person now. Holy crap!
Now you're sittin' on a Paris train
Laughin' at your own jokes again
Sun splits the trees
Into beautiful broken light.
Now I'm sitting on a Paris train
Mountain ash falls like rain
Fire burns the trees
It's a beautiful fatality.
Holy shit it has been a while. Seriously, it has crossed my mind at some point in the past week, "Shit, I should update my blog", but oi, a week is pretty bad for me, considering there are some days where I post twice in a row.
In other news, life has been going about as well as planned. I got assailed by a Linguistics midterm on Monday, and then a random Roman Civ quiz on Wednesday, and now I have to study for a Psych midterm next Wednesday and a Mythology test on Monday. On the bright side of things, everything seems to be going well in that department. I got on A on an English paper I wrote. I now do a dance.
Gen brought me pie in English class yesterday, and I'LL BE DAMNED IF IT WASN'T THE BEST PIE I HAVE EVER EATEN.
Bah. I usually ascertain whether I'm going to have a good or bad day about ten minutes after I get up in the mornings (like yesterday, when I got up and said "I'LL BE GODDAMNED IF TODAY ISN'T GOING TO BE A WONDERFUL DAY" and scared my dog), but I'm not sure how to feel about today. Yes I am going to Chapters to (finally) blow my $50 gift certificate on insane-o fantasy and trashy romance novels (it's a vice), but I have work at 5:30, which means missing at least the majority of Benji's awesome bash tonight, which makes me sadder than you can imagine. However, spooky ethereal voices (e.g. the weatherman) tell me we might be expecting snow tonight, so... I kind of hope that any weather we get deters would-be Wal-Mart goers.
Goddammit last Friday night at Wal-Mart was so boring I thought my brain was going to explode. We had a crazy-ass snowstorm, so while Jam was getting his hate on with that stupid bitch from down the street, I was running around Ghost-Mart freaking out about how not-busy it was and how some people still insisted on braving the peril of the barely-visible streets to come shopping for useless things. Also the power went out at one point, so I was running around then and being a snow zombie.
Random Employee: A what?
The Marchioness: A snow zombie. I come out when the weather is less than savory, and feast on the stupidity of the living who are dumb enough to come out shopping for retarded things when the streets threaten icy death. *begins doing a zombie walk towards some random customers* They will be my first victiiiiimth.
Random Employee: There is something seriously fucking wrong with you.
Also I was learning from another employee that apparently it is possible to be in labour for a week and not know it. True story!
Very few things are quite as satisfying as spending in excess of $300 on various commodities which may or may not be necessary and then finding out that you have money in the bank that you didn't even know was there. My brain is frolicking a little bit right now, I am considering going back and hugging the bank machine.
Those quasi-necessary items include MUN textbooks (very necessary) which I bought several weeks ago, and a haircut (not very necessary, but very worth it) that I got yesterday. My hair is short and dark and coppery-orange in places! I feel like my head will go on to Broadway and leave the rest of me behind or something.
Also, I actually finished a story recently. It's not long, six chapters and an epilogue, about 464 handwritten pages. (My handwriting isn't that big, though.) Words cannot express how accomplished I feel right now. This little piece of work won't be going anywhere or doing anything spectacular, but it's a story that I've had in my head for about two years and I am ecstatic that my muse took the initiative to come out of left goddamn field, smack me in the head with a frying pan, and coldly demand, "I want my happy ending, goddammit". And his happy ending he got, as it would have been unjust to give a story about Romanian orphans an unhappy ending.
My God I have the insanest urge to go traveling right now. Ever get that crazy feeling in your bones, where you're just like "Forget this place!" and want to pack up and trek off for grand adventures? I get that mood a lot, usually brought on by music or movies or drawings and stuff. Stupid Beth Orton makes me want to go to Paris now or something. Gah. The problem is, if I ever did decide to just pack up and get the fuck out of Dodge one day, it would be cool because my crazy uncle has properties all over Europe and the U.S. and has offered me a loan of said properties more than once. So picture, if you will. A very confused, very lost Canadian Marchioness winds up in England, with no idea where to go. No problem! Ring up her uncle and get a loan of his three-acre manor in Oxford. She winds up in France four days later, just as confused and now with a parasol or a small piano. Don't worry! Ring up her uncle and get a loan of his Parisian flat. No extra fee!
Goddammit if I'm not going to go to Europe sometime in my life and take advantage of all those offers and more.
Jam has been whimpering about our English class lately, not because he hates the prof, because she's wicked, but because he dislikes the material. This makes my brain cry a little bit, because I am absolutely in love with this course. I just love what material we're covering, like Beowulf and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight and The Faerie Queen and such. Also, Prof Vecchi is goddamn hilarious. How many profs will dictate what they're writing on a blackboard like it's a war cry ("Cam-e-loooooooooot!") (insert "For the glory of" here) and then lecture one of the characters of the epic you're reading for being both a gentleman and a weenie? ("Aww, he's so naive, it's adorable! He's cute, really. Stunned and all, but--SHE'S GORGEOUS! She is an absolute knockout! And Sir Gawain is just lyin' there all "I don't wanna". Cute. Courteous. Dumb, really. But cute.") So I am making mental notes to myself, since I'm going to be an English major and kicking around this place for quite a while. Linda Vecchi: Happiness and funtimes. Mary Dalton: death on wheels, only without wheels and with a scary batcave filled with bats.
Oh man someone I know just turned up! I have been sitting here for like an hour going "wtf where are all these people I'm supposed to know" and finally one turns up. Yay for Lisa.
I met a dashing young man two days ago, but that will have to wait for a later date.
Icarus is getting called 'Kitten' by more than one person now. Holy crap!
posted by Icarus at 4:28 AM
2 Comments:
Romanian orphans, eh?
Yes.
Well, okay, two of them were Romanian, one was a displaced Brit.
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