guanin: (Bob the Dork)
( Nov. 10th, 2008 08:40 pm)
The essay I'm working on now? Very straightforward. What were the Bourbon Reforms and how successful were they? Simple. Easy. That's the problem. Writing the Huitzilopochtli essay was insane. Mental. I kept wanting to bang my head against the wall sometimes. Trying to decipher the religious strategies of a civilization that's been gone for 500 years from sources that are fragmentary at best and sometimes contradict each other is an exercise in madness. But it was so much fun! The thing is, that's what I love, what I want to specialize in, what's gets me all enthused and giddy and eager to do research. From a masochistic point of view, I also get that the intricate, complicated, "we'll never know what was really going on" of it is one of the reasons why I love it so much. What I'm working on now is just too, well, straightforward. Although once you get past the generalities and dig into the details, you will get academics shouting at each other over minutiae, but I only have time to skim at the surface anyway, it doesn't help me. I keep thinking I'd enjoy it so much more if they threw a tall ship in there. Everybody's talking about how much revenue trade made for the Crown and I just want to know what kind of vessel the traders were using. How much the sailors got paid. If they were treated as horribly as they were in the British merchant navy. Maybe next time I can beg for some maritime subject, if there's one to be had.

PS. My spellcheck knows Huitzilopochtli! How cool is that?

ETA: Proof that I'm a Doctor Who geek: As I was turning a plate in the microwave, the sound it made as it scrapped against the glass turntable was eerily reminiscent of the TARDIS.
I have chosen one of the Aztec gods as the topic for one of my essays, a choice I am now regretting because I set my own due date for Monday to finish this and I'm barely beginning to familiarize myself with the primary sources and there are so many of them and I don't know if I can come up with enough material for 2500 words (this essay is shorter than the others since it's at a different unii. Ha!) I'm probably just panicking unnecessarily again. I do that. It's just because I have no idea what to do the third essay on because I have no prior knowledge of anything that's going on in that class and I still haven't done the readings for this week. College is fun! *erupts in hysterical laughter*

Right. I've decided not to watch Heroes 3x7 today. Instead, I shall read chap 88 of Hagaren (I can't believe I missed it again) and watch Dexter, which is sooo much better than Heroes and may just be one of my favorite shows ever, along with Deadwood and The Wire. Showtime and HBO have me spoiled for regular network television.

ETA: HAGaREN IS THE BEST MANGA EVER! That was just... so fucking amazing. Arakawa Hiromu, I love you!
guanin: (Bob the Dork)
( Sep. 17th, 2008 02:02 am)
I love the location of my dorm! I don't care if it turns out to be a dump (ok, I do care, but the location!). I'm not there yet; I've been looking at it on Google Maps with satellite. It's in central London, which means it's close to everything and I can chose between four different tube stations which are no more than three blocks away, so if I can pick one with the line I want without needing as many change overs, and I've used one of them, so I'm at least a little bit familiar with the area already. I'm only four stations away from Trafalgar Square, which is one of my favorite spots in London. Although at that distance I could just walk there. I never took any mode of transport when I lived in Chicago. I walked everywhere. (I may be a bit of a walking addict).

I'm also loving how much selection the school library has. They have Borges. And Laura Restrepo. And Terry Pratchett. They have Good Omens in at least ten languages, I kid you not. Why, I have no idea, but who cares? And they have the stuff I need for my research in the original language. My old college library has nothing. I had to get book loans from other universities for nearly all my sources when I was working on my mini-thesis. I'm not used to so much bounty. I actually have the urge to hug someone, literally. That never happens.
Officially, at least. I kinda did already, really, since my final grades are in and I finished everything. I don't need a ceremony to legitimize that. It guess it might be because I'm not into elaborate rituals, at least not outside of a history book. I have that same problem with religion. I don't even want to go, but my Dad does, so fine, I'll go. It's not a big deal. Except that the toga cost me 33 dollars that I can't afford to spend on something I'm going to wear once and I have to be at the Convention Center at 8:30 in the morning. I don't get up that early even for stuff I actually care about. It doesn't help that I'm PMSing and wavering between OK and sad.

I'm sneaking in some food. I don't know how I'll manage it, but I'm not lasting over three hours without food and water. Why did I agree to go to this thing?

This was not supposed to sound so bitter, but I'm at the sad end of the PMS right now.
I just found out that I got straight As this semester. No shit. Four As! *flails all over the place* I'm staring at the screen in shock. I've never gotten straight As before in seven years of college. And one of them was Physics! PHYSICS! How the hell did I get an A in Physics? I was certain that I was getting a C. I mean, I got a 63 on the second test. So how did this happen? Not that I'm complaining, mind you, not at all. I keep flipping back to the university website, but they're still there. On my last semester, last chance, I finally get a perfect scorecard. I didn't think that was ever going to happen.
Except not really because I haven't graduated yet, but I took my last final today, so the classes are DONE! DONE! Bachelor's degree finally done and over with. I got a bit, okay, completely blocked at the end of the test (Contemporary Lit), so I don't even want to think about how I did on this test, but I think I have a B in the class. I wanted an A, but I sorta got blocked on the last test, too, so I don't know. I got perfect on the other quizzes, though (extremely easy ones, the prof had to decide at the end of the semester that he wanted to get difficult). Anyway, he likes me, so maybe I'll get points for pity? I hope?

My brain's so tired that I'm looking at the screen in a stupor. I want sleep, but I can never fall asleep at this hour. I'll have to watch some Sark, instead. *grin*

I finished catching up with Doctor Who. I'd say more, but... tired. I'm actually surprised by how tired I feel. I think it was all the walking around under the hot sun. Why must it be so hot, why?


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