I have done absolutely nothing this week. Well, on Saturday I did defensive driving in one sitting. It made me greatly appreciate my couch. I know I sound like a total lazy slob, but this has been rejuvenating, soul refreshing, and over all, wonderful. I read me some Hobbit and Narnia this week with very small snippets of the Iliad.
Homer is quite bloody in his descriptions (or her descriptions. I won't discriminate against other beliefs). It seems so far like the story is, "I am man! I want woman! I kill!" could fill in for all the men's dialogue and the gods' dialogue could just be:
"Bicker bicker! Sacrifice to me! Feel my wrath!"
"But daddy, I like the Acheans!"
It's quite enjoyable how human all the characters are. There is no big difference between Agamemnon and many world leaders today. So far as I can tell, humans are humans, and the gods are human, too. I guess I should be glad that I don't have to worry about a spear piercing my temples and my brains splattering across my flying helmet, no matter how epic that would look.
I guess we can get off of the bloody topic for today.
How will I find moments of complete and utter relaxation during the semester? I should probably start moving in today, or at least packing up, but I feel like I need to give this couch a thorough goodbye by sitting on it for a few hours doing nothing but reading for fun and blogging about nothing. I really am looking forward to my classes. Sometimes I find myself just pulling up my schedule and looking at it for about five minutes straight, just thinking about how much fun it will be to walk from musicianship to acoustics lab. . . . I truly am thinking of this with fondness. And maybe I'll have a couple of hours to study in the library. Hmm. Joy! I have missed all the walking around. We had a dessert table all holiday. I managed to keep the same weight through all of the first semester, but as soon as I came home, I got my five pounds of winter weight. Delicious cushioning.
Snuggies are amazing. Everyone thought they were so silly when the commercials first came out, but that was truly ingenious advertising. We would all mock the commercials at school, laugh a bit, and then see them in the stores repetitively for a few months. Eventually, that Snuggie begins to look oh-so-comfortable and warm to a young girl who shivers in her dorm room with no one to hold her. But, wah lah! Only fifteen dollars? And a complimentary book light? Huzzah! Oh frabjous day, callooh, callay! And once you try on that staticky blanket of beauty, life begins to make sense. It's magical. It even works for a Dumbledore costume.
See? I'm even advertising for it right now on my tiny little sliver of the blogosphere that no one probably ever reads. That's okay. I'm selfish and I know this is mainly for my own psychological health, not necessarily for agents to pick up my blog and want to publish a book.
How did Locke and Demosthones do it, Peter and Val? They must have been great at marketing their site. http://xkcd.com/635/
I particularly like the squirrel in the background of this comic. Does he know that he's about to suffer a grueling, tortuous death by the same hands that feed him?
Anywho, maybe a little bit of busy-ness will cheer me up. I'm looking forward to the only privacy I get is in the practice room, anonymous to the world, just another person trying to play some scales and stuff. I'm looking forward to getting to walk through the rain without having to find an excuse. I'm looking forward to lightsaber fighting, telephone pictionary nights, late night tea parties, awkward ballet dancing, love, life, and friends, no matter how glad I am to get my rest right now. Good day, interblag!
