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Saturday, October 25th 2003Is it possible to be reading too many books at the same time? I'm on 5 right now, and I'm a little confused, but not so much as I would expect to be. Does this make me a genius for being able to follow so many plots, or schizophrenic? The past few days have been... unproductive. I went out twice to look at new shoes, and twice I ended up walking around the castle gardens instead. I went all around town trying to find single cream to make a pie out of all the leftover pumpkin I have (due to a rather disastrous attempt at making soup), only to find that they package it in little yogurt containers here, not in milk cartons like we do at home. So I must have passed hundreds of litres of cream on my quest and not noticed. Huh. Little things aren't my specialty. Also, in terms of classes, I'm feeling a little silly right now. I said something rather ridiculous last week in one of my group discussions, and now it's in the group email, and I'm considering skipping class just so I don't have to defend it. What was I thinking? My literary theories will surely be the death of me. The kids from the Queen's castle came up the other day (my University has a castle, yeah, I know, it makes me sound like a princess, doesn't it?) and it was nice to see them. I'd missed familiar faces. But I think the best thing about having them come here was that it showed me just how great my decision was to do a straight exchange rather than go to the castle or stay in Kingston. I liked talking to them and seeing how everything was going with them, but it just seemed like I was living in a completely different world. They have mandatory field trips and have to stay in little groups wherever they go. The castle is miles from any town, so they all hang out pretty much solely with their classmates. I was just too kindergarteny a life for me to even imagine living. How frightening. And how reassuring.
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