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Silence? What silence?
This year April had a blizzard
Just to show she did not care
And the new dead leaves they made the trees
Look like children with gray hair.
(Dar Williams, "Spring Street")
That was two days ago, and there's still snow on the ground. Although apparently the people in charge of the Tulip Festival are happy, because the snow means that the hasty tulips are being slowed somewhat, so there should be tulips throughout the festival.
I can't wait until next week, when I won't have to get up at any particular hour. Though now I can truthfully say that the blame for my fatigue does not lie solely on mine own shoulders. I think I've come to the point where it's pretty much useless to hope to regain all the sleep I've lost; it's not just the week nights, it's the weekends. For the past few months, I think I've averaged less than one night at home per weekend.
Sleep deprivation does strange things to the emotions, but it's dawned on me that although I may not have been built for soul-rending passion, profound contentment suits me quite well. There is no nervousness, no shyness, no tension, no insecurity, nothing to disturb my serenity. It's as though everything has fallen into place, and it was so incredibly easy that I don't wonder at myself for being so calm about it all.
Ah, sesame-seed snacks... *munchmunch* Not as addictive as Pocky, perhaps, but still quite enjoyable.
Having my plane ticket in hand means that I really have to stop procrastinating. I'm leaving in 16 - count 'em - 16 days! Learning a few German phrases before then might be a good idea, no? I should also plan a trajectory less vague than the one I have at the moment, but I seriously doubt it'll be set in stone before my departure, seeing as how I have no idea how long I'll be staying at certain places. Then there's the whole Eurail pass thing to figure out... Urg. But in a good way. Also, there's a budget that needs to be planned; after thinking about it, I realised that I can probably survive on much less than I have. I've got plenty of money, and working the two extra weeks only means that I'll be able to splurge a little more. And I really should get a little notebook to start writing down my expenses. I've already got my ticket, insurance, shoes, hostel card, etc., so I have those prices to write down already.
Cheers to all my friends who survived their exams! Yaourt Girl is proud of you.
Tonight I'm off to the NAC with Mama-zon to see the Trocadero Ballet of Monte Carlo. We bought the tickets all the way back in the fall, and now the show is finally here! It ought to be fun; I saw a television programme on them, and their version of the dying swan is hilarious. And Friday, off to Montreal to see Spidey!
I went to see The Fellowship of the Ring for the fourth time over the weekend, and to my (admittedly not too great) surprise, I was as impressed with it as I was the other three times. Plus, there was the trailer for The Two Towers, which was excellent. Eowyn looks to be a right cool babe. ^_^ And that very same evening, I made my love and myself sit through the old animated version of LotR, which raised the burning question, "Why do Aragorn and Boromir have no pants?!" And good lord, that website was right; Gandalf does gesture like a rabid stork! *laugh*
If my thoughts seem scattered today, it's only because I'm trying to make up for the recent plague of non-updates by writing anything that comes to mind. Hopefully I'll get around to writing more often in the near future.
Just to show she did not care
And the new dead leaves they made the trees
Look like children with gray hair.
(Dar Williams, "Spring Street")
That was two days ago, and there's still snow on the ground. Although apparently the people in charge of the Tulip Festival are happy, because the snow means that the hasty tulips are being slowed somewhat, so there should be tulips throughout the festival.
I can't wait until next week, when I won't have to get up at any particular hour. Though now I can truthfully say that the blame for my fatigue does not lie solely on mine own shoulders. I think I've come to the point where it's pretty much useless to hope to regain all the sleep I've lost; it's not just the week nights, it's the weekends. For the past few months, I think I've averaged less than one night at home per weekend.
Sleep deprivation does strange things to the emotions, but it's dawned on me that although I may not have been built for soul-rending passion, profound contentment suits me quite well. There is no nervousness, no shyness, no tension, no insecurity, nothing to disturb my serenity. It's as though everything has fallen into place, and it was so incredibly easy that I don't wonder at myself for being so calm about it all.
Ah, sesame-seed snacks... *munchmunch* Not as addictive as Pocky, perhaps, but still quite enjoyable.
Having my plane ticket in hand means that I really have to stop procrastinating. I'm leaving in 16 - count 'em - 16 days! Learning a few German phrases before then might be a good idea, no? I should also plan a trajectory less vague than the one I have at the moment, but I seriously doubt it'll be set in stone before my departure, seeing as how I have no idea how long I'll be staying at certain places. Then there's the whole Eurail pass thing to figure out... Urg. But in a good way. Also, there's a budget that needs to be planned; after thinking about it, I realised that I can probably survive on much less than I have. I've got plenty of money, and working the two extra weeks only means that I'll be able to splurge a little more. And I really should get a little notebook to start writing down my expenses. I've already got my ticket, insurance, shoes, hostel card, etc., so I have those prices to write down already.
Cheers to all my friends who survived their exams! Yaourt Girl is proud of you.
Tonight I'm off to the NAC with Mama-zon to see the Trocadero Ballet of Monte Carlo. We bought the tickets all the way back in the fall, and now the show is finally here! It ought to be fun; I saw a television programme on them, and their version of the dying swan is hilarious. And Friday, off to Montreal to see Spidey!
I went to see The Fellowship of the Ring for the fourth time over the weekend, and to my (admittedly not too great) surprise, I was as impressed with it as I was the other three times. Plus, there was the trailer for The Two Towers, which was excellent. Eowyn looks to be a right cool babe. ^_^ And that very same evening, I made my love and myself sit through the old animated version of LotR, which raised the burning question, "Why do Aragorn and Boromir have no pants?!" And good lord, that website was right; Gandalf does gesture like a rabid stork! *laugh*
If my thoughts seem scattered today, it's only because I'm trying to make up for the recent plague of non-updates by writing anything that comes to mind. Hopefully I'll get around to writing more often in the near future.
what about those who didn't survive their exams...
Re: what about those who didn't survive their exams...
so m-a, i'm profoundly happy all seems perfect with you... *hugs*