I’m Memorizing the Morphology of Old English. No Time to Blog.

Studying for the dreaded Grammar and Language final.

Drinking coffee like it’s water.

Listening to the Little Women soundtrack on repeat.

No end in sight yet.

Cheering Up

It’s been a hard week.  I think I’ve already explained about the workload, but what has reduced me to my current state has been five straight days with less than five hours of sleep per night.

When I was a little girl and I didn’t get an adequate amount of sleep, I would have tantrums.  I would yell and scream and cry until my throat hurt and my eyes were puffy.  Then I would fall asleep, and wake a few hours later, of saner mind.

Now in college, all I can do in times of exhaustion is keep plodding on.  I chair meetings, I organize file folders at work, I discuss Woolf in class, I edit law school letters of intent.  And tonight, although I presently have absolutely no desire to spend more time in a public place, I’ll be attending the Improvised Shakespeare show on campus.  Because it’s Improvised Shakespeare.  And I’ll regret it later if I skip.

To cheer myself up, I’ve been doing the U.R. crossword.  Check out 10-across:

I’ve also been continuing my tradition of writing poetry on random whiteboards in the Humanities building.  I don’t know why I do it, exactly, except that it seems fitting, and that a pristine whiteboard is just too tempting to pass up.

(My favorite poem: “God Speaks,” by Rilke)

This is What I Do in my Spare Time

I watch movie trailers.  And then I speculate about them.  I also stay up until 5 am studying for midterms.  And then I have a breakdown in the middle of the Student Center.

Actually, that one hasn’t happened yet.

Anyway, these are the movies I am currently engrossed in:

1. Hitchcock.  I saw this for the first time last night, and it immediately became apparent that Anthony Hopkins will win an Oscar.  He just will.  Watch it and you’ll see.  I mean, DDL looks great as Lincoln, and PSH, though everything he does creeps the heck out of me, will surely be nominated for The Master, but Hopkins is transcendent.  Utterly transcendent.

2. Les Miserables. I know I’ve already talked about this film, but the fact that the singing will not be dubbed is worth mentioning.  Entire movies have been spoiled for me because I’ve discovered ahead of time that an actor was wearing a wig, or a fat suit, or lifts.  As much as  it’s important for one to be able to lose oneself in a film, the illusion is always very delicate, in my opinion.  Real live singing will help immensely.

3. Wuthering Heights.  You see, this is my favorite Bronte novel.  Jane Eyre didn’t do anything for me, but Wuthering Heights is visceral and dark and fascinating.  I’m not sure what I think of the look of the film yet.  The twangy music is an interesting choice, although for me it conjures up Civil War, not English moors. (sorry about the rhyme)

4. Identity Thief.  I’m picky about comedies.  I suppose most people are.  The last comedy, however, that had me crying tears of mirth was Bridesmaids.  So naturally, if Melissa McCarthy is finally getting a lead comedic role, I’m on board.

5. Stoker.

Holly Movies

After the successfully classy wine and cheese party of last night, after four hours of study in the library, and after my second Cloud Cult concert (they also came to UMM my freshman year), I have picked my way back up to my room, dodging forgotten suit jackets and half-melted candles.

My map fell down again today, but rather than wresting with the sticky tack, I’ve left it on the floor, facedown.

I’m expecting a Skype call in a few minutes, and then, as it will likely be too late to do anything else, I think I’ll settle down with a Holly Movie.

They’re gracelessly named, but basically, Holly Movies are historic dramas that are usually artsy, and usually disliked by the rest of the world.  The New World is one such movie.  The two people I naively forced to watch it with me are no longer my friends.  I don’t know what happened there.

Anyway, happy Saturday night.  One day, perhaps, I will again have a television available to me, and will again be able to watch SNL.

Round Up

Number of pages in the study guide I’ve been working on all evening: 10

Number of multiple choice questions on my physics final: 50

Number of naps I’ve taken: 1

Hours I’ve spent packing today: 0

Pandora stations I’ve listened to: 5

IMDB checks: 6

Times I’ve thought to myself “In less than twenty-four hours I’ll be home free, hurtling through South Dakota in a van packed with family and books”: 104 and counting

I Need a Cookie. And a Hug.

“I need a cookie.  And a hug.”

My thoughts upon finishing my physics midterm this afternoon.

In retrospect, perhaps it wasn’t so bad; there were quite a few answers I was sure of.  But in spec, it was the kind of difficult that leaves you numb and makes you wonder what the heck you were reading for those four hours of study the previous night, and whether it had to do with the test material at all.

Following said midtorture (not clever; sorry), we walked up to the lab for a planetarium lesson, which so far has been my favorite part of the class.  I’ve quickly become fascinated with constellations and stars and their locations amongst the thousands speckling the sky every night.  Maybe not enough to make astronomy a hobby, but enough to want to know what I’m seeing when I look up:

Vega of Lyra, Spica of Virgo, Cassiopeia and her husband Cepheus, Deneb of Cygnus, Corona Borealis, Delphinus the dolphin, Regulus of Leo.

In the planetarium, we sit in the dark, necks craned at the dotted dome above us, and listen to the professor as he names each constellation and major star, circling it with a small laser.  Then he asks us to name each.  I’ve gotten pretty good at this part, mostly because I’m enthralled by the names.  There’s a story behind each one, I know, some ancient myth that’s perhaps long forgotten.


Verbal Reasoning

I’ve spent the better part of today poring over the Verbal Reasoning chapter of my GRE study book.

I wasn’t exactly worried about verbal reasoning initially.  I’m a reader and a writer; I like to think that words are my strong suit.  But then they started throwing around crazy words like “ameliorated” and “iconoclasm.”  That’s when I decided I might need to make some vocabulary flashcards after all.

Something else I noticed is that when it comes to questions taken from a passage, I score exponentially higher when I’m interested in the passage subject material.  Got 100% on the Wuthering Heights passage questions.  Got 0% on the Soviet Union agriculture passage questions.  Not good.

In other news, it’s the Strawberry Full Moon tonight.  Go outside and enjoy it.