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Monday, September 29, 2008 The Dream
This is what I want to do after I finish my BA-degree: Study this and work there. I think it would be easy for me to get a job there, because my current employer owns 51% of the company. It'd be a nice deal. QotD: Sabrina: "You're in a chat room again pretending to be a woman, aren't you?" Salem: "I like the attention." - Sabrina the Teenage Witch |
BeatFriday, September 26, 2008 Apparently I have not grown since I was 12
Because the swimming costume that my grandmother bought me when I was 12 (I still remember when she took me to the sports shop to buy it for me!) still fits me perfectly. Albeit a little tight while dry, it will stretch when it gets wet. Today I will be going to the swimming pool for the first time in actual years. A little bit nervous - not sure if I still know how to swim, though the swimming costume still fits - but I'm sure at least sitting in the hot tub during this freaky autumn/winter weather will be nice. Oh, and read the poem below, and try and figure out the question I've put at the bottom. If you really know me, you won't even have to read the poem, though. But do it anyway, because it's beautiful. | Thursday, September 25, 2008 Patterns, by Amy Lowell
Do not scroll down looking for something original - read this poem!!! I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden-paths In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jewelled fan, I too am a rare Pattern. As I wander down The garden paths. My dress is richly figured, Of a lime tree. For my passion And the plashing of waterdrops And the sliding of the water Underneath the fallen blossom In a month he would have been my husband. Up and down The patterned garden-paths In my stiff, brocaded gown. The squills and daffodils Will give place to pillared roses, and to asters, and to snow. I shall go Up and down, In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed. And the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace By each button, hook, and lace. For the man who should loose me is dead, Fighting with the Duke in Flanders, In a pattern called a war. Christ! What are patterns for? Beautiful poem isn't it? I've been doing an assignment on it for Literary Analysis, and the more often I read it, the more I like it. Also, every time it gets more... (you finish this sentence!) | Tuesday, September 23, 2008 The NotebookI just counted; I have 11 notebooks in my nightsand drawer, and I have more in a cupboard somewhere. I have actually written a little bit in most of them, and a couple of poems in one or two, as well. I haven't felt poetic in actual years, but the notebook's there, waiting for me! It is not just me who keeps buying those books. Most of them are gifts, from friends, relatives, friends of relatives, who are all convinced I write so much that I just can't keep up with getting hold of my own notebooks. I don't tell them that I'm not really using those gifts, because I actually like getting them! Here's a photo of my latest one, which I bought today JUST because it was on 50% discount at Eymundsson. The photo looks a bit strange (like Emily!) because the cover is actually a bit shiny, some faux-leather or sth. Very cool. And the cats' outlines are pink string stitches. ![]() p.s. I hate the the TAB-key doesn't work in this!! Sunday, September 21, 2008 Bad girl dotdotdot![]() Ok, Mr. Roberts' intention is to teach the reader things that are important to know if you're studying literature and such, but it sometimes feels kinda useless, when I'm reading about things I already know. Things that I've already written essays about, listened to numerous teachers talk about, and things that I should think are common knowledge, at least among people who have at some point during their school years - even in primary/high school - studied English, literature, or Icelandic, should have heard many a time. Like, who doesn't know the difference between a simile and a metaphor? The man has republished this book ELEVEN times, talk about being a perfectionist! Well, not as much of a perfectionist as e.g. effing Walt Whitman rewriting his epic-length ego poem Song of Myself - which I personally don't think is poetic at all, looks like a diary in free verse, kind of pretentious - around 6 times throughout his lifetime. Biggest egocentric pre-Paris Hilton. Anyway. I'm just glad Literary Analysis is a 6-week intensive course, and after October 13th I will be done with it. La-Z-Grl. Even though this weekend wasn't very productive study-wise, I don't have any regrets. The reasons for daytime-laziness made it worth it. And besides, I spent the last two weekends doing nothing but reading (save for one game of bowling...), so one weekend of next-to-none reading should be OK. Give myself a teeny tiny break. I'll be better next weekend! QotD: Dick Solomon: "Guns don't kill people, physics kills people." - 3rd Rock From the Sun |
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http://ruv.is/heim/frettir/frett/store64/item227360/ | Sunday, September 07, 2008 The world in a haze
Some of you may know that I don't exactly have 20/20 vision. Since I was nine years old I have had to wear glasses, and my sight has gradually been growing worse since, though the process has slowed down a bit in the past few years. When I was younger I had to get new glasses regularly, almost every year, but now it's every 3 years or so. I think. Though I don't actually wear my glasses very often now. I've been using contacts every day since I was 16, and let me tell you it is SO much better than wearing glasses! I can actually see when it rains, and I also don't have to turn my head as much in order to look sideways, up or down. However, I don't sleep wearing my contacts, so I have to use the glasses in the mornings and evenings when I wake up and go to sleep. Sometimes I like to play this little game when I wake up and can barely see my nightstand right next to my bed. I call it "Guess what that hazy shade over there is." Because sometimes things that aren't supposed to be on the floor "accidentally" end up there, or I don't remember what I left propped up against the laundry basket, or, even more fun, I look in the wall mirror from a side angle (from my bed, i.e.) and have no idea what things that are mirrored there are. It usually takes me a while to figure this out, because apart from the fact that these things are merely differently coloured shapes to me, I have just woken up and usually I'm not that perceptive in that newly-awakened state. The "of course!" and "how could I not realise that?" don't come until I put on my glasses. As you can see, life with myopia is a constant surprise! | Monday, September 01, 2008 Back to school
Now that the colleges have had their "back to school" craziness (as I witnessed and experienced at the shop where I worked this summer), it's finally time for the university classes to start (well, mine at least - some started last week). Although the university bookshop claims to be "busy" at the beginning of term, I've never seen it as busy as at Griffill (my shop). OK, so during college back to school week, it is crazier there than ANYWHERE else. Except maybe Bónus supermarket on a Friday, 30 minutes before closing, and the London H&M flagship store the day Stella McCartney opened her new line of clothing. But apart from that, I don't think a lot of shops ever get as busy as this one. Apparently Eymundson bookshop considers 4+ people queuing at the register "busy". In Griffill, the definition of "busy" is when the queue actually extends from the register to the stock room door. I think that is 20-30 metres. THAT is "busy". Also, "busy" is when it takes you ten minutes to get through the shop, e.g. the 15 or so metres from the entrance to the stock room door, because you are being stopped by so many customers who have questions (most of the time they are standing right in front of the book they're looking for, by the way. People are blind). THAT is "busy". "Busy" is also when it takes you at least 30 minutes after closing to get all the customers out of the shop.
Anyway. Today was my first day back at uni. I had three lectures, all very interesting, though they were mostly just introductions to the courses. But I am looking forward to all of them, they're all literature courses, and touch on many of the same things (e.g. genre) but still different. I'm taking Literary Analysis, which basically explains itself. Analysing literature. It's a 6-week intensive course, so there will only be essays, no final exam. Then there's British Literature II, which is English lit from the Middle Ages through the Pre-Romantics. The last lecture of the day was the Beat Poets, which also explains itself - basically the counter-culture and literature of the so-called Beats, beginning in the 1950s. Then on Wednesday there will be the first lecture of Renaissance Prose. So in short, this term I am studying literature from the 6th to 20th century! All very interesting. Also, I'm kinda glad that I'll only have two finals in December... Even though that means more essays during the term. But hey, this is university. I kinda felt like I was missing something, or being cheated out of something, only having to do 3 and 5 essays last year! Oddly enough, Tuesdays are my days off. So tomorrow I'm gonna go get a haircut and clean the bathroom, which will be my weekly chore at home. This is gonna be a weird term! QotD: Sandy: [about his mother talking about him] "If you're happy, you're not working hard enough." - The OC | |
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