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Having just watched the "Live from Slane Castle" DVD, I think I'm back in that place where I listen to nothing but U2 for at least a week.
I've decided that it's all about buttons -- my favorite things, I mean. It has to do with how many buttons a movie or a book or a band or a piece of fic pushes, and the easiest way to say how I love a thing is to say that it pushes so many of my buttons. I can go into detail about what exactly these buttons are for whatever media, but really, that's all that needs to be said: it pushes all my buttons.
In other news, bought all my books for the new semester, actually spending sixty bucks less than last semester, which is awesome. I loveloveLOVE my art history book. You know those books that are so beautiful you don't even care what's in them and you just want to sit and stroke them? That's my art history book. Perfectly plain black canvas cover, weighing as much as my dog, and I love it.
Ugh, for Lit in History I have to reread The Stranger. I hate that book. And it's crazy, because I don't hate Camus -- I enjoyed the short story we read in Lit last year. I just despise The Stranger. But Joyce Carol Oates, yay!
The books for PolySci look kinda interesting, and the books for Methods of Literary Study are all literary resource books, one of them a truly fabulous dictionary of literary terms that I am so glad to now own.
Daddy said he'd pay me back whatever my books are worth at the end of the semester (the resale price, NOT the original price, mind), because he wants me to keep them. As if I'm complaining! I only sold back most of my texts last semester because I was freaking out in general that day, and I thought I had far less money than I actually did in my savings. I really regret caving and selling my Biblical Foundations book, though. I kept Homer and Dante, and my Spanish books, because I had that exam at the last minute and you can't sell back workbooks. And I unfortunately still have Virgil, since the book guy told me to sell him back next semester when he would be more in demand.
It's not as if I feel I might read these books over again. I just want to have a collection -- a BIG one. That's the one thing I would really love to have, a real library -- that scene from "Beauty and the Beast" had a profound effect on me in childhood. Walls and walls of books, that musty old-book smell, balconies and two-story ladders...::shivers:: It's like a wet dream, man.
Also very pleased with my DVDs on display, right behind my monitor. They look so purty. I returned all my CDs to their proper places, though I am apparently missing the second disc of the Zeppelin set and the "Smallville" soundtrack. No idea where they went. Hopefully they're at home somewhere.
I finally moved my car back to Guam. It was sad.
Classes start tomorrow! Methods at 12, Art History at 2. I suppose if I have to be stuck in an academic building for four hours at a stretch, Monty is the best choice, but it's still going to be quite the experience. Vanessa advises me to take copious notes in Methods, as she had Richardson last semester for Lit II. I shall do my best to take actual notes instead of doodles and random lines for fics.
Speaking of fic, I had Bethie give the drunk!scene of "Nail" a look-see last night, but I'm still not entirely satisfied with it. I dunno what it is that displeases me. It hovers between silliness and seriousness, and I was originally going to lean more towards the serious -- still not sure that I shouldn't. Also, I need to get a better feel for drunk!Norrington's (theoretical) speech patterns, 'cause I think I may be overdoing it in some places and underdoing it in others.
I'm supposed to hook up with this girl from the R___'s office, who's my age and lives in Caroline (I think). I don't know her, but she e-mailed me and seems friendly enough. We'll see how that goes.
I've decided that it's all about buttons -- my favorite things, I mean. It has to do with how many buttons a movie or a book or a band or a piece of fic pushes, and the easiest way to say how I love a thing is to say that it pushes so many of my buttons. I can go into detail about what exactly these buttons are for whatever media, but really, that's all that needs to be said: it pushes all my buttons.
In other news, bought all my books for the new semester, actually spending sixty bucks less than last semester, which is awesome. I loveloveLOVE my art history book. You know those books that are so beautiful you don't even care what's in them and you just want to sit and stroke them? That's my art history book. Perfectly plain black canvas cover, weighing as much as my dog, and I love it.
Ugh, for Lit in History I have to reread The Stranger. I hate that book. And it's crazy, because I don't hate Camus -- I enjoyed the short story we read in Lit last year. I just despise The Stranger. But Joyce Carol Oates, yay!
The books for PolySci look kinda interesting, and the books for Methods of Literary Study are all literary resource books, one of them a truly fabulous dictionary of literary terms that I am so glad to now own.
Daddy said he'd pay me back whatever my books are worth at the end of the semester (the resale price, NOT the original price, mind), because he wants me to keep them. As if I'm complaining! I only sold back most of my texts last semester because I was freaking out in general that day, and I thought I had far less money than I actually did in my savings. I really regret caving and selling my Biblical Foundations book, though. I kept Homer and Dante, and my Spanish books, because I had that exam at the last minute and you can't sell back workbooks. And I unfortunately still have Virgil, since the book guy told me to sell him back next semester when he would be more in demand.
It's not as if I feel I might read these books over again. I just want to have a collection -- a BIG one. That's the one thing I would really love to have, a real library -- that scene from "Beauty and the Beast" had a profound effect on me in childhood. Walls and walls of books, that musty old-book smell, balconies and two-story ladders...::shivers:: It's like a wet dream, man.
Also very pleased with my DVDs on display, right behind my monitor. They look so purty. I returned all my CDs to their proper places, though I am apparently missing the second disc of the Zeppelin set and the "Smallville" soundtrack. No idea where they went. Hopefully they're at home somewhere.
I finally moved my car back to Guam. It was sad.
Classes start tomorrow! Methods at 12, Art History at 2. I suppose if I have to be stuck in an academic building for four hours at a stretch, Monty is the best choice, but it's still going to be quite the experience. Vanessa advises me to take copious notes in Methods, as she had Richardson last semester for Lit II. I shall do my best to take actual notes instead of doodles and random lines for fics.
Speaking of fic, I had Bethie give the drunk!scene of "Nail" a look-see last night, but I'm still not entirely satisfied with it. I dunno what it is that displeases me. It hovers between silliness and seriousness, and I was originally going to lean more towards the serious -- still not sure that I shouldn't. Also, I need to get a better feel for drunk!Norrington's (theoretical) speech patterns, 'cause I think I may be overdoing it in some places and underdoing it in others.
I'm supposed to hook up with this girl from the R___'s office, who's my age and lives in Caroline (I think). I don't know her, but she e-mailed me and seems friendly enough. We'll see how that goes.
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