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I have been in New Orleans too long: the country is just too empty, and hills are freaky. They're like walls! Closing in on you! (I live in the middle of a valley, by the way.) And there are no palm trees or oak trees, just lots and lots of evergreens! And it's cold and dry. And coffeeshops don't set up with places to take your coffee or tea outside; it's inside or nothing. And there's nothing to do. Dear god, I somehow became a city girl in nine months.
There was a moment, though, just one moment, where it felt like summer. That was kind of bizarre.
And my desk is too narrow, and I'd forgotten about watching TV on a TV with actual commercials -- not just those thirty-second things Hulu or the network websites give us. And my drawers are already full; how am I supposed to unpack my clothes? And I have to drive. I am -- not a fan of the driving, guys, which doesn't make much sense for a country girl; you can't get anywhere without driving. And they changed the bloody roads by the high school, too, and not even so I can see it; the paint's so faded I can't tell what that third (middle) lane is for, besides for a turn lane. I hate suicide lanes, but it's not a suicide lane; there's no stoplight there. (I...think their official name isn't actually "suicide lane", but that's what I learned to call it in driver's ed.)
And I think I shipped my nailclipper, too. *pouts* I want my good nailclipper. It's Japanese, and the sturdiest thing I've ever seen. American nailclippers just don't match up..
On the other hand, I read three books in transit yesterday -- Rose Daughter (which I've read before, but not recently; what always gets me is that I start not giving a damn about Beauty, I want her sisters' stories, Jeweltongue and Lionheart seem so much more interesting!), The Perfect Summer: England 1911, Just Before the Storm (possibly I took mental notes for Narnia, but I always do that), and Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West (I have thoughts about Wicked; I'll get back to you on this one) -- and another one today, Bloodhound (oh, Tamora Pierce, I love you a lot). I have not been able to do enough reading recently; I look forward to making up this lack. I certainly have enough books to do so, between everything I hauled back from New Orleans and all the things I want to reread (Tolkien! Rowling! Pierce! Lehane! Martin! O'Connell! Wrede! Stirling!).
In other news, I have to go to the orthodontist tomorrow. There was a point this semester where I just gave up on wearing my retainer entirely: this should go well.
There was a moment, though, just one moment, where it felt like summer. That was kind of bizarre.
And my desk is too narrow, and I'd forgotten about watching TV on a TV with actual commercials -- not just those thirty-second things Hulu or the network websites give us. And my drawers are already full; how am I supposed to unpack my clothes? And I have to drive. I am -- not a fan of the driving, guys, which doesn't make much sense for a country girl; you can't get anywhere without driving. And they changed the bloody roads by the high school, too, and not even so I can see it; the paint's so faded I can't tell what that third (middle) lane is for, besides for a turn lane. I hate suicide lanes, but it's not a suicide lane; there's no stoplight there. (I...think their official name isn't actually "suicide lane", but that's what I learned to call it in driver's ed.)
And I think I shipped my nailclipper, too. *pouts* I want my good nailclipper. It's Japanese, and the sturdiest thing I've ever seen. American nailclippers just don't match up..
On the other hand, I read three books in transit yesterday -- Rose Daughter (which I've read before, but not recently; what always gets me is that I start not giving a damn about Beauty, I want her sisters' stories, Jeweltongue and Lionheart seem so much more interesting!), The Perfect Summer: England 1911, Just Before the Storm (possibly I took mental notes for Narnia, but I always do that), and Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West (I have thoughts about Wicked; I'll get back to you on this one) -- and another one today, Bloodhound (oh, Tamora Pierce, I love you a lot). I have not been able to do enough reading recently; I look forward to making up this lack. I certainly have enough books to do so, between everything I hauled back from New Orleans and all the things I want to reread (Tolkien! Rowling! Pierce! Lehane! Martin! O'Connell! Wrede! Stirling!).
In other news, I have to go to the orthodontist tomorrow. There was a point this semester where I just gave up on wearing my retainer entirely: this should go well.