5 posts tagged “humdrum”
To borrow the extremely disturbing words of Judi Dench in Notes on a Scandal--I saw the movie in Asheville over a week ago and have been unable to shake my fear of strange old ladies since--today has been a Gold Star Day. For brevity's sake, I shall list my reasons--
1. I finished my philosophy paper--after writing seven pages I finally came up with a thesis--with plenty of time to watch episodes of Scrubs. I am well aware from experience's sake that I should not have downloaded two seasons, given that I have a habit of forsaking all work for the idea of sitting numbly in front of my computer screen, chuckling at odd times and squelching any dissenting thought that wonders if I have any Chinese homework to do; alas, this experience is rather weak and its roots in reality are questionable.
2. My book on Alfred the Great came today; despite some bent corners I am quite delighted to further cultivate my newfound obsession in the Saxon monarch.
3. Jenn finally emerged from her hole in England and emailed me. Granted, the electronic information contained about 100 words, but it included a link to a blog she has finally started. Soon all my friends shall be but pages on the internet!
4. Despite cold weather, the sky is a painfully bright blue. I always love spring in DC far more than fall; maybe it's the semester schedule, with Spring Break followed by Easter Break that leaves ample time to recollect. Maybe it's the cherry blossoms, or maybe it's just that snow and bare trees in DC have a particular tint of ugliness to them.
A few weeks ago, I was taking notes in a typically bland spiral-bound notebook (with a blue cover that read FREN-366 on it for identification purposes), when I suddenly was struck by an enormous revelation. That is, I could write in the margins if I wanted to. It was an amazing insight--the very fact that red lines from a paper manufacturer and my first-grade teacher's admonitions were the only things keeping me from righting within the small confined space on the paper. I have since then been writing all over the paper, though it takes constant effort on my part to remind myself of my newfound freedom. Perhaps I shall begin writing every other page upside down now. WHO KNOWS? It's a crazy world.
Oh, I'm sorry. I've resigned myself to being uninteresting.
Once upon a time, I thought the celebrity-watching magazine Us Weekly was actually U.S. Weekly; that is, a magazine looking at current national and international events affecting the United States on a large scale. I can only defend that the magazine was always slightly behind another one, so I could never see the cover photo; and I still maintain that the Us part of the title looks more like two capital letters. One day I was at the opthamologist, and my dilated eyes were drawn to the stack of piles left to entertain me. I was surprised to see that the actor who plays Joey on Friends was of national importance in a political-esque magazine. I have since, of course, learned the error of my ways.
Why this random spouting of my irrelevant periodical history? Only that I've become addicted to my weekly mis-delivered Entertainment Weekly that continues to grace my mailbox. It perhaps would have saddened me several months ago that I cannot find time to continue reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being, yet I have no qualms about flipping through previews of Fall's TV shows, which I do not watch. I say, now, that after reading hundreds of pages everyday to the point where the text all blurs together and I cannot distinguish my Chinese characters from the Latin alphabet, there is a certain simple glee of looking at pictures with only one-sentence captions. When is the next issue? Oh when oh when?
What TV show(s) will you be watching this season? Why?
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Repeated rewatching of Arrested Development. Stop. Rewind. Watch again and again and again and ... don't judge me, but I also watch Prison Break and Lost. I sigh; it's a futile battle. Go ahead and judge.
I am going to eat an orange. My hands will smell of citrus all throughout phonology class, and I'll have small orange bits of peel crammed under my fingernails, but it shall be delicious.
I opened my mailbox the other day only to discover three issues of Entertainment Weekly, food for thought, apparently the subscription of a faceless Caitlin who claimed the mailbox before me. How is one to judge another based on reading material? I am now entirely caught up on everything entertainment-related for about a week, having spent several hours sitting in my window flipping aimlessly through articles and photos (plaid is in!) instead of attempting homework. Today, I opened my mailbox (mostly because I am so proud to have learned my combination by now) to discover not only yet another copy of Entertainment Weekly, but also today's edition of The Wall Street Journal, grâce à the incompetent mailroom workers. Alas, if only it had been Friday's edition, I could have received the crossword puzzle. Crumpled and torn between the stuffed pages of the newspaper was a letter for me from Natalie.
I saw a butterfly today and watched it flutter around. Look at me--enjoying nature!
