Why am I still awake?
I got out loads of books from the library to-day. ^__^ Even with the bookmarks Manon hath given me, I shall never have enough. I got out Death of a Salesman, because I've been rather wanting to read it for so long, and a good deal of John Bellairs, because of speaking about it with Miss Zara.
But I still have Claudius the God to finish-- almost three-hundred pages by Tuesday. There are some books where three-hundred pages go veryvery fast, but Claudius the God is not one of those books, despite the absolutely delightful style of writing. It takes me for-ever. I only manage an average of fifty-four pages for hour treadmilled, which will not be quite enough to get it done by Tuesday, I am thinking--or perhaps it will be, actually. I have six and half hours to treadmill before Tuesday, so-- Ha. I fail at maths, once again!
Mum has decided 'tis time I got sex-ed, being fifteen (or fourteen?) years old and having no idea about anything. So I have a dictionary of sex education from the U.K., and for the first time in my life am being enlightened, except for when
petronelle educated me, all of which I promptly forgot two months later. I am-- well. It's all very interesting, isn't it? I feel like such an innocent pathetic flaily little thing.
I have to get up very early to-morrow. I cannot believe I am still awake. ;_____;
...On the plus side, I don't think I have too much to do to-morrow? Ahhh life you are eating me alive again why? I hate this. Flaily. I have no time for taking walks or sleeping or reading any more except treadmilling. Not happy.
There has to be some cure for being a Soujin. I fully intend to find it.
I got out loads of books from the library to-day. ^__^ Even with the bookmarks Manon hath given me, I shall never have enough. I got out Death of a Salesman, because I've been rather wanting to read it for so long, and a good deal of John Bellairs, because of speaking about it with Miss Zara.
But I still have Claudius the God to finish-- almost three-hundred pages by Tuesday. There are some books where three-hundred pages go veryvery fast, but Claudius the God is not one of those books, despite the absolutely delightful style of writing. It takes me for-ever. I only manage an average of fifty-four pages for hour treadmilled, which will not be quite enough to get it done by Tuesday, I am thinking--or perhaps it will be, actually. I have six and half hours to treadmill before Tuesday, so-- Ha. I fail at maths, once again!
Mum has decided 'tis time I got sex-ed, being fifteen (or fourteen?) years old and having no idea about anything. So I have a dictionary of sex education from the U.K., and for the first time in my life am being enlightened, except for when
I have to get up very early to-morrow. I cannot believe I am still awake. ;_____;
...On the plus side, I don't think I have too much to do to-morrow? Ahhh life you are eating me alive again why? I hate this. Flaily. I have no time for taking walks or sleeping or reading any more except treadmilling. Not happy.
There has to be some cure for being a Soujin. I fully intend to find it.
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Date: 2005-10-22 06:14 am (UTC)...You. Me. Driveby chapel. Elvis as priest. Now.
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Date: 2005-10-22 06:11 am (UTC)And don't you dare cure yourself of being you!
And go to sleep!
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Date: 2005-10-22 06:15 am (UTC)*woes* Why not?
...>_< Shouldn't I just.
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Date: 2005-10-22 06:22 am (UTC)Because we love you just the way you aaaaare!
Yep. You should. Don't answer this, just go sleep.
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Date: 2005-10-22 06:25 am (UTC)And go to sleep!
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Date: 2005-10-22 06:26 am (UTC)...I can't.
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Date: 2005-10-22 06:30 am (UTC)And you need to sleep! It's late! (Or early, as the case may be...)
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Date: 2005-10-24 04:39 am (UTC)...any recommendations in particular?
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Date: 2005-10-24 06:46 pm (UTC)Ovid's Metamorphoses is long and fun and about mythology and not terribly smutty. The Amores and the Ars Amatoria are also awesome -- the Ars cracks me up. It's like one giant parody of everything, and is about how to pick up girls. He makes fun of Vergil a lot. The Amores are love poetry, and he gets more, er, descriptive than Horace or Catullus does. There's another one I forget the title of that is all poetry written after his exile and is awful depressing.
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