{ we're in the sun now. }

[delga]

I just got my reading/assignment list for Nineteenth-Century Poetry. Uh. OH DEAR, ROMANTICS. I know it's a double unit but what the fuck with all these 4k assignments? (That'll be the last assignment of the semester, so it'll be due the same time as my dissertation half-draft, which is another 4k.) I now need to spend £50 on books which, whatever, I knew that was coming. This is just... a little distressing, is all. (I do believe this is also my Monday 9am class? Oiskie.)

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Railcard is now sorted; The Mother bought some evening wear. I heard a song on the Wallis radio and now I need to find it. I also learned something bizarre today: my head is disproportionate to my body. I dislike this.

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Again with the I should pack, again with the not going to bother until tomorrow. Instead: Weeds and Californication.

Comments

[denorios.livejournal.com]

Oy. I loathe the Romantics. Seriously. I have a small amount of time for Shelley, but nada for the rest...and as for Wordsworth - oy, don't get me started.

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

I'm over them for the most part. But, I have to take this class, or take another one in the second semester. Either way I'd much rather ditch them both for Middle Eastern Lit. but I can't. Sigh!

Fingers crossed that I survive the semester. Oy indeed.

[the-muppet.livejournal.com]

Um, how do you know your head is disproportiante to your body?

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

I was sat in the changing rooms whilst The Mother tried on clothes and I was sat in such a position that I could see myself in several mirrors from several angles (it was terrifying). ANYWAY. My head is v. v. small compared to the rest of my body. Like, if you draw me standing up, using the seven thumbs measure, my head would only make up half a thumb!

i.e. I need to exercise and cut out saturated fats.