you live your life as if it's real

 Miscellanea:

♦ Re-subbed "Paradise Is a World of Trees" today. Time to wait a month. Fingers crossed, but hopes not too high.
♦ New lj layout. I quite, quite like it.
♦ No dance class tomorrow. That feels so weird. I can sleep in on a Saturday? It sort of makes me sad, actually.
♦ I am really hungry and I hope our take-out pizza gets here soon.
♦ The NHL draft is really quite boring, when you aren't a super hockey fan. I just sit here and comment on random people ("yellow tie and blue shirt? ick") while my housemates comment on the actual events ("so either they get a second this year, and a late round next year, or..."). To each their own.

 

In non-fangirl related news, in no particular order, today I:
- found out the concert in NYC is cancelled.
- did not write one single word of my essay, even though it was due 21 minutes ago.
- signed a lease and paid a deposit for a place to live come September.
- did not study Herodotus, even though I have a test on it tomorrow.
- watched Buffy.
- went to class.
- posted a dii crit.

I am an unproductive idiot. Tomorrow has got to be better. But I guess having a place to live is pretty important...

The feast on Monday was delicious. Beef stew (tasted like beer), garlic and bacon mashed potatoes, corned beef with cabbage and carrots and potatoes... mmm. And apple pie and nanaimo bars for dessert. Not so sure how those got dubbed Irish, but I ate them anyways. (It was quite the hardship...)

Went home at like 9:30 though, to watch Buffy with my roommate. And then yesterday when I woke up, I could barely talk and I couldn't breathe, so I decided going to school was not the best idea... and everyone assumed I was hungover. =/ I'd even done my Herodotus translation too...

Today, though, I'm quite a bit better. Not completely better, my head still feels about twice as big as it should be and stuffed with cottonballs, but getting better. I feel like Bilbo in the Hobbit after his barrel ride: "Thag you very buch".

I'm getting a bit antsy about "A Thing of Many Facets". Tomorrow will make it 60 days since I submitted. Duotrope says the average response time is 56 days, and the max is 176. I potentially have a long time to wait still. I'm just wondering, at what point do I query? The submissions page at Fickle Muses doesn't give a response time, so I don't have anything to go off of there.

I know that what I have to focus on is writing more, so that I submit more. But it's hard not to think about it... I did write a couple hundred more words of "Summer of Storms" yesterday though, before Iuliana ambushed me and demanded that I pay attention to her. 1,200 words worth of attention, and it was the fastest I've written anything in a long time. It was such a good feeling... to just let the words spill, and know that they weren't really that great but who cares, just get her thoughts and feelings and actions out there.

I'm going to try and get back to "Summer of Storms" later tonight. I think I've found the feeling of the story again. If I were more talented, it wouldn't be a story at all, it would be an interpretive dance. It has... movement to it. A sort of tug and pull. I want to get it finished in time to post for the Post the Most contest over at DII. Hopefully "Sparagmos" too, but that story is missing something and I don't know what.

Time to go switch my laundry. See my thrilling life...

 February has been kicking my butt so far. Lack of posts is a good sign of that, I think.

So many things I meant to do, and haven't done. Meant to pimp out the commendable crit contest going on at OWW, didn't have time. Hell, I meant to join the contest, definitely didn't have time. And yeah, that did start half a month ago. Where has the time gone?

Also meant to pimp out Goblin Quest by jimhines, as soon as I finished reading it. Well, finished a while ago, and still no post. Good book, read it in about four big gulps. It all started one fateful night when I decided to read "just one chapter" and all of a sudden was going "huh wha? chapter seven? oh shit." Anyways, didn't mean to get into talking about it now, no time. I'll write a proper post about it and Goblin Hero once I've finished that. (Eight hour -- if I'm lucky -- bus ride on Friday, with only a Latin composition exercise, Roman History course readings, and Introduction to Criticism readings to compete? I'll be done by roughly six pm.)

And now I really need to stop wasting my time writing this, and get back to studying. Greek and Chaucer midterms tomorrow, Latin on Friday. Just wanted to prove I haven't wandered completely off the edge of the world.

Before I go, though, it seems like a good moment to point out that somewhere between last summer and now, I've managed to ingrain writing almost daily. Okay, so a lot of it still isn't fiction. But so far in February I've written three poem rough drafts, three roleplaying things, one crit, and one flash fiction piece, and I don't even know how many pages of random journaling. Oh, and some more work on Raphael's outline. And none of that was noteworthy enough to merit a post here. So... that feels pretty good. Don't worry though, if I get back on the horse with the novel, I'll be posting about it. I'm not that used to being productive yet.

Okay, now the verb paradigms are really demanding attention. See you in two days, all you lovely Ottawa-types!!

I've been quiet. Lots of work. Spreading myself too thin.

What else to say? 

Acrostic poem (sort of) to sum up my week:

Extremely
Mixed-up.
O
That's
It.
O
N
S

 Item the first:

Money from the future!!

I was about to cash my Christmas cheque from my Nana the other day, when I noticed something a little funny. The date on the cheque?

Was 11-12-7077. Seven thousand and seventy-seven.

Item the second:

Back in August I bought a figurine of a cat. I couldn't resist her. She's being very stubborn in telling me her name, though, and so I thought I'd enlist help. Anyone have any suggestions for


And now, I am going to bed, where I will read Leonard Cohen's Stranger Music and try not to think about tomorrow morning, when I will officially be 150 lines behind in my Aeneid translation. That's a good fifteen solid hours of work, at my current pace. I have got to get faster...

I am speechless. Check out the battle of Pelennor Fields.

Christ! How much time did that take?

 Anyone who didn't believe my monster blinds stories? PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE:



Yes, that is in fact caught on top of my printer. A couple days ago one actually fell off and broke. I had to call maintenance for them to fix it. I keep my window mostly closed now.

And, because I like pictures, and my sweet-ass pantyhose that I'm wearing today, and I'm sad that they actually turned out to be cheap-ass pantyhose, here's another picture.



Please note on one side, the awesomeness of the pattern; on the other side, the huuuge run. I swear I didn't even catch it on anything. It just appeared. (Also, it's quite hard to take a photo of the inside of one leg and the outside of the other without it looking weird.) So alas and alack, my poor pantyhose. I might still wear them another time or two, we'll have to see. The pattern has a texture to it, it's fun to play with. Booo, quoth I.

I joined Rhydian =).

And now back to Greek history.

My brain feels like it's been mashed, smushed, squeezed, thwacked, etc., and is now about to leak out of my ears.

Actually, it feels kind of non-existant. In a very fuzzy way.

I blame the ~3 hour Greek marathon today. Which, of course, was only necessary because I'm an idiot and didn't study for the quiz or do the assignment over the weekend.

Anyways, at 10:19 on a Wednesday night, I could be starting my Caesar translation for Friday. I could even be starting my Greek translation for Friday. I could even be doing the English reading for tomorrow (technically yesterday, actually, but who needs technicalities?). Or, there's always reading to be done for Greek history and myth.

However, I am not going to do any of these things. I'm going to go to sleep. Well, I may read some English first, but because it's Chretien de Troyes, and what better bedtime reading than some early French Romance with pouty!Lancelot and bitchy!Guinevere? But, I will read it lying in bed, all ready to sleep, and if I fall asleep before even finding the right page, so be it.

Because I am that. tired. And I don't know why... But today has been a rainy, sleepy sort of day, combined with being a sick, stressed sort of day, and so.

And so I may well be asleep before eleven.

Miscellany, fast before forehead meets keyboard:

-- When I have brain power again, I think there may be a story featuring a drug dealer lurking around somewhere. Also, I really want to write. And also, I just managed to wake myself up slightly by thinking along these lines, so maybe I should start trying harder to write every day, like I've been telling myself I will.

-- Reigning Cats and Dogs by Tanith Lee is a really good book.

-- I just read the latest issue of Ideomancer, and some of the stories and all the poems were really good. And I counted it in my reading log because, dammit, 50 pages of reading ought to count, even if it isn't a book. And yes, I do keep a reading log.

-- Tomorrow I have to go over to SJU and find the woman to whom I am supposed to hand in my scholarship form. Because, um, if they're going to give me 300$ for being wonderful, I am going to snatch it as fast as I can.

-- Tomorrow I also have to make a health services appointment, because I have been putting that off for way too long. And I think there was something else I had to do that is escaping me currently. Oh yes, go to NH and find out if I am still classified as full time undergrad student if I take DE courses, for pension purposes.

-- Tomorrow I also have to go to Conestoga with Steph to buy some groceries and a water filter jug-thing and maybe something else that I forget right now too. Oh yeah, some fabulous jeans that I can wear all the time and fit beautifully and aren't too expensive. Do those exist? Anyways, I only have one pair that I like, so I need me some jeans. And I want more earrings. But lo, Christmas approaches, so I think I should hold out and save my money.

-- I voted today. Because, against all odds, I have a civic sense of duty. I blame (praise, thank) my mother.

-- Thanksgiving weekend was fun. Fox boy in the lounge today thought I have a horrible family life cause I was saying we didn't talk during thanksgiving dinner. We didn't, not really. But thing is, that's normal. I talked with Fox boy for a while =).

That's it. I think. Good night, even if it isn't.

Je vous aime tous. <3