What a nasty school semester it has been. Truly, truly unpleasant. The only thing I felt even a teensy bit of satisfaction with was the title to one of my many, many essays. He Loved Big Brother: W.H. Auden's "The Unknown Citizen". I didn't actually talk about 1984, but I thought the teacher would get it. But how pathetic is that? That right there was the only thing I felt even remotely okay with. Out of all the work I did. Ugh.
I've got two more finals - horrid, horrid French and philosophy (hence Descartes). At least I'm being forced to read important things for philosophy - it isn't just textbook. The downside of this is that we are reading, like, Thomas Aquinas. Which, just so you know, is murder. It's not unintelligible - but it's so hard to plow through. I really have to focus - my mind starts wandering and I find that I'm reading along and thinking about how I will furnish dream house. Not retaining a thing.
Anyways, I'm trying to cheer myself up now. So, here are some happy things.
Oh! Oh! If you're a Narnia fan you should know that you can get every single book, unabridged, read by magnificent people like Jeremy Northam, on itunes for - wait for it, wait for it - NINE DOLLARS. It's fantastic. You can bet that has cheered me. The Narnia books were my absolute favorite books ever when I was younger. Heck, they're some of my favorite books now. They're a mix of all the things I love. Harry Potter is like that too. Magic and crazy boarding school and super close best friends and Christmas holidays at the Burrow. It's perfect too - but less perfect than the Narnia books. To me, at least.
|Please pretend these look like the originals. Please.|
I know I blather about them all the time, but those Pomplamoose people really are great. Funny and cheerful. Listening to cheery music is helping me right now. Lady Danville and Buddy Holly are very cheering too. Cheery. How many times can I say cheery?
I think this:
Actually looks more like her, especially the hair and eyebrows. Chin is too long. But I can't get her entire head right at all. I didn't even try with Jack Conte's head. I can't help being a bit depressed that my drawing skills are about on a level with the average four year old's.
But back to happy things.
I'm getting used to this new laptop - whenever I try to mess with the old one, I scroll with two fingers and the page goes shooting off into nowhere, look for the close x in the left hand corner of the frame, and press alt when I mean to press command. Translation: I'm too cool for you, PC.
Hot chocolate. We bought baby marshmallows the other day, and I put five in my cup and grin.
Blog people. I love the blogs I follow. I almost never go on facebook anymore, but check my dashboard every day without fail. Whenever I used to hear about blogs I never imagined they could be so interesting and fun to read. I know - what a silly little idiot, right?