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grammargirlJust checking out the new post-by-e-mail feature thingy. Seems pretty
nifty.
Today has been a terribly unproductive day, which is what happens when I
have minimal day-to-day work and a lot of big projects due at a hazy
future date, which means I should be working on them pretty regularly but
don't.
Work is going really, really slowly tonight. It would probably go faster
if I used the time to do reading or write my workshop homework for
tomorrow or whatever, but somehow I'm sitting here dorking around on
livejournal yet again. I don't know what my problem is lately.
Andy-who-used-to-live-across-the-hall-from-me loaned me a book a couple
days ago. It is very abstract, and depressing, and hard to follow unless
you're in the mood for Abstract, Depressing Literature, which I am not.
Instead, I think I'm going to walk to the grad library after I get off
work and check out Dreams Underfoot, by Charles de Lint. Because...
I dunno, it's been recommended all over the place of late, and I need a
book to lose myself in for a while.
When I talk to people about whatever book I'm currently reading outside of
class, they frequently reply "Oh, I wish I had time to read for fun."
Their voices are always wistful and somehow accusatory, like how dare I
have time to read for fun when there are so many Important Things
to accomplish? What these people don't understand is that I don't read for
fun, or even really for pleasure. I read because it keeps me sane. I read
because if I didn't make time to lose myself in other worlds, I would not
be able to function in this one. Why are so few people able to understand
that?
A downside to posting from e-mail: no cute little mood icon thingies. So I
guess I will just do this the old-fashioned way and say that my mood is
currently "a little bit lonely, a little bit lost, and pretty damn bored.
Also, I miss daylight savings time.
The end.
nifty.
Today has been a terribly unproductive day, which is what happens when I
have minimal day-to-day work and a lot of big projects due at a hazy
future date, which means I should be working on them pretty regularly but
don't.
Work is going really, really slowly tonight. It would probably go faster
if I used the time to do reading or write my workshop homework for
tomorrow or whatever, but somehow I'm sitting here dorking around on
livejournal yet again. I don't know what my problem is lately.
Andy-who-used-to-live-across-the-hall-from-me loaned me a book a couple
days ago. It is very abstract, and depressing, and hard to follow unless
you're in the mood for Abstract, Depressing Literature, which I am not.
Instead, I think I'm going to walk to the grad library after I get off
work and check out Dreams Underfoot, by Charles de Lint. Because...
I dunno, it's been recommended all over the place of late, and I need a
book to lose myself in for a while.
When I talk to people about whatever book I'm currently reading outside of
class, they frequently reply "Oh, I wish I had time to read for fun."
Their voices are always wistful and somehow accusatory, like how dare I
have time to read for fun when there are so many Important Things
to accomplish? What these people don't understand is that I don't read for
fun, or even really for pleasure. I read because it keeps me sane. I read
because if I didn't make time to lose myself in other worlds, I would not
be able to function in this one. Why are so few people able to understand
that?
A downside to posting from e-mail: no cute little mood icon thingies. So I
guess I will just do this the old-fashioned way and say that my mood is
currently "a little bit lonely, a little bit lost, and pretty damn bored.
Also, I miss daylight savings time.
The end.
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Date: 2003-10-26 08:12 pm (UTC)Those people are probably the same people who watch movies and tv to keep sane in the world. I don't know how hard it is to make that leap into grouping books like that...I think its just people being dumb.
You know you want to see Bubba Hotep at that State Theater. Best movie ever, that is.
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Date: 2003-10-27 10:02 am (UTC)because if I didn't make time to lose myself in other worlds, I would not
be able to function in this one. Why are so few people able to understand
that?
*nods* Precisely. If I couldn't retreat in books right now, I really WOULD go over the edge, I think...