O, the shire

Okay, I may be singing a different tune in a matter of weeks, but tonight, I looove Early English literature. Maybe it's just the professor. It's hard to contain myself. However, I do foresee a required twenty-ounce coffee dosage for these night class sessions.

In other loosely-associated things, I am beginning to realize that I have a problem with fashionable things. Tonight, we had to fill out an information sheet on which one of the questions was about our favorite work of literature. I do have a difficult time pinning this one down. It's easy to just go with the Chronicles of Narnia. But it kind of bothers me that they are now fashionable texts to read. Why does that bother me? It is similar to this complex I have about "ripping off" music from other people. I think I have a fear of being a copy cat. How irrational of me.

Ah! I got my Spanish dictionary and thesaurus-y thing today. Thank you, UPS. It made my day a little bit brighter.

So I haven't ever really watched 24, but tonight, Mom told me over the phone that Sean Astin -- you know, of LOTR fame -- is on there and that I should watch a little bit to see him. She seemed to be impressed with how "cleaned-up" he looks, which didn't make a lot of sense to me. Then I realized what she meant. Mom. He's not really a hobbit.

Home Sweet Heorot

And so week two begins. If we want to get all technical about it, this is the last day of week one. This'll be the first Monday of the semester. It's my long day. A little work, three normal-like classes, and a night one: the highly-anticipated Early English literature class. I'm not sure just how much more coursework I can handle, but with this nine-hour Spanish diet, I need some English lit. Be it Beowulf.

Brown paper packages

Do you know what I absolutely love? Receiving packages. I get extra-giddy when it's from services outside of the USPS. You know, like FedEx or UPS. But you know what I hate? I hate it when UPS decides not to leave the package, even though no signature is required. I hate getting the post-it note type form stuck to my door saying I'm going to have to wait all weekend before I get to rip open my Amazon.com box filled with the Spanish lexicon. I ordered a for-real Spanish dictionary. You know, Spanish words with Spanish definitions. I had planned to spend my whole weekend devouring it. Okay, not really. But it would've been nice. *sigh*

Like blades of grass

Tonight, I feel like a-blogging.

'Tis the first week of the semester, so I did my obligatory over-achievement. I did all my homework for tomorrow. Notice: that's pre-pre-class-3.5-hour-work-shift. If that made any sense, congratulations. Anyway, I'm going to pretend that I didn't do all that somewhat easy Spanish homework for tomorrow with sole intention of making myself feel better after failing that somewhat hellacious Spanish quiz today.

Dated with my b/f/f/ tonight. A two-hour conversation over the inevitable Tom's chicken tenders is always a delight. I love my b/f/f/. Not just because she got me some really amazing and wonderfully thoughtful gifts from Ireland and England.

Because I'm an old maid -- no, really, I am -- I'm going to browse through my books and find a new one to read before heading to bed. I finished off The Five People You Meet in Heaven last night. Good stuff. Now for something new.

My duty

Yes, yes. The obligatory I'm-back post. I basically dragged all my things through the door and stopped at the computer. I feel 100% out-of-touch. And 100% barricaded-in. Unpacking with commence shortly.

Hm. The accomplishments of the past month (because there ought to be some) are few. Of course, the big plan was to read a thousand books, including the six section introductions in my Spanish-American lit textbook. Well. I read Persepolis and Persepolis 2, which was no chore but very enjoyable. I read the first intro of the lit text. I've gotten through the first two people in The Five People You Meet in Heaven. I tell you. I worked light duty. Very light. Well, it means I have lots of books to read this semester. I'll be needing some Contemporary Modern English, anyway.

I did teach myself how to knit. I got tired of it, but I was determined to complete a scarf. I gave it to Mom. It's cute, too. Oh, and I made her watch all the Harry Potter movies. That's an accomplishment, right?

Yeah, okay. I gotta sort through my stuff. Clothes and Christmas things and I don't know what all.

And tomorrow. I'll be making a much needed Wal-Mart excursion to replenish the cupboard and to pick up my OCD-induced color coordinated folders and notebooks for this semester. I ought to do that after I drop a million dollars for textbooks. You know, so they can match. Dear lord... Oh, and I gotta put some money in the DB.

Waterfield's the workplace again. Jury's still out about the tutoring position.

It's weird to think this semester might've been my last. Has all that time really passed? I didn't mean to make that rhyme.