Sense and Sensibility
I was really good last night. My slacking streak was finally over and I got some work done. (It seemed like a lot, compared to the bare minimum I had been doing) I have aims to continue with my return to studiousness tonight. However, the plans are being impeded upon by a little thing I have named "Super headache." It hurts. It hurts. I'm waiting to a Greek goddess to come bursting forth from my head. Ow.
Things were going much better earlier today. I spent some time at Starbucks (The pepperment mocha is highly recommended). I read some of Sense and Sensibility. Surprisingly, I'm having trouble getting through the book. I blame it on the fact that everytime I start to read, I get a strong urge to watch the movie.
And today when I was reading/thinking about the movie, I was caught by the Christmas spirit. How, you might ask? Well, I was thinking about Hugh Grant as Edward and comparing it to his role in Love Actually. (I know most of you will be surprised that I wasn't thinking about my precious Alan Rickman, but what can I say? I was reading a passage about Edward) Then I remembered that Love Actually is in fact a Christmas movie. I took a sip of the seasonal pepperment mocha and bam it hit me: Thoughts of winter and Christmas accompanied by excitement.
Sigh. I really don't want to get up early to take the Lit GRE tomorrow. Along those lines, I don't really want to take the Lit GRE at all. Must cling to the thought that only one of the schools I'm applying to cares about this what-will-surely-be-a-low-score and it isn't even one of the universities I'm favoring at the moment. I'd even consider backing out of taking it and saying, "screw you prestigious university, I don't even want to go to you anyway," but the stupid test costs about $130 and I love my father too much to have him lose all that money.
Good, bad or ugly, I'm going shopping at Urban Outfitters after I finish the exam. I've been holding on to a gift certificate since my birthday and I just can't take it any more. But I think 4 months is my new all time record to have money burning a hole in my pocket.
Things were going much better earlier today. I spent some time at Starbucks (The pepperment mocha is highly recommended). I read some of Sense and Sensibility. Surprisingly, I'm having trouble getting through the book. I blame it on the fact that everytime I start to read, I get a strong urge to watch the movie.
And today when I was reading/thinking about the movie, I was caught by the Christmas spirit. How, you might ask? Well, I was thinking about Hugh Grant as Edward and comparing it to his role in Love Actually. (I know most of you will be surprised that I wasn't thinking about my precious Alan Rickman, but what can I say? I was reading a passage about Edward) Then I remembered that Love Actually is in fact a Christmas movie. I took a sip of the seasonal pepperment mocha and bam it hit me: Thoughts of winter and Christmas accompanied by excitement.
Sigh. I really don't want to get up early to take the Lit GRE tomorrow. Along those lines, I don't really want to take the Lit GRE at all. Must cling to the thought that only one of the schools I'm applying to cares about this what-will-surely-be-a-low-score and it isn't even one of the universities I'm favoring at the moment. I'd even consider backing out of taking it and saying, "screw you prestigious university, I don't even want to go to you anyway," but the stupid test costs about $130 and I love my father too much to have him lose all that money.
Good, bad or ugly, I'm going shopping at Urban Outfitters after I finish the exam. I've been holding on to a gift certificate since my birthday and I just can't take it any more. But I think 4 months is my new all time record to have money burning a hole in my pocket.
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