On cancelled majors and naked smoking fictional characters.

[mrsronweasley]

So, first day back - the ACTUAL first day. I've only had one class so far, and it's undermined my plans for dropping it. I think I will keep it - I like it, so far. It's the "Concept of Self in Philosophy and Literature" one, and it just sounds really interesting. And really hard. Which is why I'm keeping it. Why, you may ask. Because I am a masochist? Possibly - even probably. But no. Because I need to do something really hard every once in a while, to test my limits. I have a feeling that I am not quite up to the task, but I will give it an honest shot. I will not give up on it and sigh that it's too hard and I just can't do it, because I've done that too often.

So, yes. We'll see what happens.

Incidentally, the professor is from Jersey - like, New Jersey. He's been here for many years, but he still has an American accent (not a Jersey one, though, which would have been absofuckinghysterical.) I think he was very happy to see three American exchange students in his class, actually. (Two of them being me and Theresa.) Should be good. Hopefully. And if you squint he sort of looks like Alan Rickman, except less distinguished and not as hot AT ALL. But that's ok, because there can be only ONE Alan Rickman.

I have three more classes tomorrow, and more on Thursday and Monday. Say bye-bye to last term's lax (ha) schedule. Yeah, remember the three hours a week deal? No more. Alas.

Am tired beyond belief. I think it stems from the fact that I had only one hour of sleep when I flew in, because it's nearly impossible to sleep on the plane, and when I got to England, it was broad daylight and shit needed to get done. So, as a result, I am still, if not jet-lagged, then definitely dog-tired.

Oh, before I forget! We are welcoming yet ANOTHER NY GAL into our LJ midst, so, all hail the Magnificent firelocks! Whoohoo! We should really get GP in here, but I have a feeling the woman wouldn't update even if she WANTED a livejournal. Yeah, she's a busy one.

So, I just had to share this, even though it probably won't mean anything to quite a few of you, unless you've read "The Fountainhead".



So, when we first met Dominique, I immediately had a feeling that she was destined to meet, at one point or another, with Roark. I think it was because she was described in much the same way that buildings are described in the book - with angles, and lines, and the texture of the color. And we know how that man feels about buildings. I don't know, it just felt that way to me. I think we were meant to think that actually, but still. I thought it was cool. The thought flourished further when we actually got to know her more - especially when she said that she liked looking at naked statues of men. Statues. The way Roark was described, physically, he would do very well. And I suddenly got this picture in my head of him standing naked by the window, at night, smoking a cigarette. I think she must have been lying on a bed at that point, watching him.

What's so odd about that? It happened - more or less. She was the one that got up for a cigarette in the middle of the night, but he had one, too. The positions were reversed, that's all. I don't know why, but I was very satisfied with myself at that. Now that I think about it, it's really sort of stupid, but hey. It was cool when it happened.

But for a while there, it seemed so...odd...and so wrong, thinking of him with anyone. He just didn't seem the type. Not that their, er, relationship is quite wine and roses - but I like that it's fucked up. Brings in much more depth that way.

Out of sheer silliness, made myself a new avatar. *points above* It will probably make some people mad, but I thought it was rather amusing. So did stereo_m, so I'm keeping it for now. So, there. :-P

Other than that, not much has happened. Marie got back today, but I haven't seen her - she took some of her stuff from Theresa's and went home (she's moved off campus, so I won't see her nearly as much as I did last term, which, quite frankly, sucks) - she was really tired. Which is understandable, considering that her journey was much longer than mine. (It's good to live on a coast. Especially the east coast. Most convenient.)

Oh, and something that made me laugh rather hard - they have cancelled Russian in this university. I know this because a good friend is a Russian major, and has found herself in quite a predicament. But that didn't stop her from laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, and I just couldn't help myself. It really figures that they'd pull Russian. Oy vey...

Very Bad News in Liz-land: I no longer have a stereo. That's right. I can't listen to music. AT ALL. I am so upset. The stereo that I had last term was borrowed, and the boy that I had borrowed it from said that his parents asked for it, to use in their room, if he wasn't using it. I thought evilly to myself that he COULD'VE told them that he was using it, because I was, but instead I smiled politely and said that it's ok. But it isn't. Because now I feel as if I have lost a limb.

Well, soon I am off to read and to bed, since stupid AIM isn't letting my sign on. And it's Express, too. Fuckers. Argh.

'Night.

Comments

[percy-weatherby.livejournal.com]

Much approval from this poor soul on the part of your deliciously amusing icon ;)

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Hehe...glad you approve, darling. Somehow, I thought you might...

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

I rather like your icon too, hee.

Doing something to stretch yourself is, IMO, a good thing. You can always drop it later if you really, really find you can't do it, after all. And you've got us to cheer you through it. :)

Bah to bad things, eh? I have this mad urge to send you a stereo. When I have lots of money I shall definitely do this. *love*

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

I rather like your icon too, hee.

Ah, why thank ya! ;)

I have this mad urge to send you a stereo. When I have lots of money I shall definitely do this.

Oh, sweetie! No, please don't. :) It's ok - I'll survive. But that was so nice to hear - glad you understand the pain. *love*