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Aug. 31st, 2011 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardToday I cut myself on a pair of safety scissors while opening a box. Also, all my glassware so far has arrived undamaged, but my plastic colander was cracked in transit. (I mean, it wasn't wrapped up, but I didn't actually think it would break. Oh, well, it's a colander, it doesn't matter if it has a crack in it. That's kind of the point.)
Currently I am reading She-Wolves: The Women Who Ruled England Before Elizabeth, and it is excellent. I am on the chapter about the Empress Matilda, who is completely badass. I love her a lot.
I'm also having recurring fits of FUCK YOU CLASSICS, which happens at least once a semester and usually ends with me throwing myself into MEMS for a while until I remember that I like the Romans better. On the other hand, today was one of my Days Of Classics -- Beginning Greek, Greek Art & Archaeology, and Intro to (Latin) Literature -- and, you know, I like it. Also, weirdly, I am meeting a bunch of classics majors; there are, I think, two other seniors in my Greek class, so we reminisce about the old days before Tulane made all its changes. It's a nice mix in that class, actually; a couple freshmen, a couple sophomores, a couple juniors, a few seniors. I was convinced it was going to be all freshmen and I'd be the only senior, but I'm glad to see I'm not alone. (I think they both have more Latin than me, but it's reassuring that they're both seniors and neither of them has taken Greek before, BECAUSE SERIOUSLY WORLD IT IS NOT JUST ME. Ahem.) Anyway, where I am going with this is that variations on the same people are in my Greek class, my Greek Art & Archaeology class, and my Latin class. Not my Chaucer class, though. (Presumably not my Later Medieval Spain seminar, either, which I'll have for the first time tomorrow.)
I know I have comments to answer: I have been dealing with the fallout from yesterday by just not thinking about it today, except when my FUCK YOU CLASSICS mood recurs.
I really need to start eating lunch on MWF, I keep meaning to, but I have to run back to my room for my textbooks and then timing doesn't work out for me to go to the dining hall and miss most of the crowd -- and then I don't eat until dinner. I have the really worrisome feeling I'm dropping weight again, and if I drop the amount I usually drop when I'm away from home -- junior year I lost fifteen pounds, when I was in England I lost ten (and I didn't gain back the weight I'd lost at Tulane beforehand -- some of it; not much) -- then I'm going to be in the double digits. I know it probably doesn't sound like much -- if the magazines I read are any clue (and I read things like Prevention and Whole Living, not Seventeen and Marie Claire), then most women want to lose fifteen pounds, but if I lose another fifteen pounds I'm going to be at 90 lb. If I lose five I'm going to be at a hundred or just under. I'm Asian, it doesn't necessarily show much, but that doesn't make it a good thing. Also, it makes shopping for clothes a bitch. I've got a skirt that fit when I bought it a few months ago (I think. It's a 6, so maybe I was just having an off day when I was trying it on, since I'm usually a US 1 or a 2 (UK 6)), but which doesn't fit now. I have several skirts that sit at my hips instead of my waist, which is just irritating.
Need to go buy food, if it's not too hot tomorrow after Chaucer. Because: IT LOOKS LIKE RASPBERRIES ARE ON SALE YAY YAY YAY.
Currently I am reading She-Wolves: The Women Who Ruled England Before Elizabeth, and it is excellent. I am on the chapter about the Empress Matilda, who is completely badass. I love her a lot.
I'm also having recurring fits of FUCK YOU CLASSICS, which happens at least once a semester and usually ends with me throwing myself into MEMS for a while until I remember that I like the Romans better. On the other hand, today was one of my Days Of Classics -- Beginning Greek, Greek Art & Archaeology, and Intro to (Latin) Literature -- and, you know, I like it. Also, weirdly, I am meeting a bunch of classics majors; there are, I think, two other seniors in my Greek class, so we reminisce about the old days before Tulane made all its changes. It's a nice mix in that class, actually; a couple freshmen, a couple sophomores, a couple juniors, a few seniors. I was convinced it was going to be all freshmen and I'd be the only senior, but I'm glad to see I'm not alone. (I think they both have more Latin than me, but it's reassuring that they're both seniors and neither of them has taken Greek before, BECAUSE SERIOUSLY WORLD IT IS NOT JUST ME. Ahem.) Anyway, where I am going with this is that variations on the same people are in my Greek class, my Greek Art & Archaeology class, and my Latin class. Not my Chaucer class, though. (Presumably not my Later Medieval Spain seminar, either, which I'll have for the first time tomorrow.)
I know I have comments to answer: I have been dealing with the fallout from yesterday by just not thinking about it today, except when my FUCK YOU CLASSICS mood recurs.
I really need to start eating lunch on MWF, I keep meaning to, but I have to run back to my room for my textbooks and then timing doesn't work out for me to go to the dining hall and miss most of the crowd -- and then I don't eat until dinner. I have the really worrisome feeling I'm dropping weight again, and if I drop the amount I usually drop when I'm away from home -- junior year I lost fifteen pounds, when I was in England I lost ten (and I didn't gain back the weight I'd lost at Tulane beforehand -- some of it; not much) -- then I'm going to be in the double digits. I know it probably doesn't sound like much -- if the magazines I read are any clue (and I read things like Prevention and Whole Living, not Seventeen and Marie Claire), then most women want to lose fifteen pounds, but if I lose another fifteen pounds I'm going to be at 90 lb. If I lose five I'm going to be at a hundred or just under. I'm Asian, it doesn't necessarily show much, but that doesn't make it a good thing. Also, it makes shopping for clothes a bitch. I've got a skirt that fit when I bought it a few months ago (I think. It's a 6, so maybe I was just having an off day when I was trying it on, since I'm usually a US 1 or a 2 (UK 6)), but which doesn't fit now. I have several skirts that sit at my hips instead of my waist, which is just irritating.
Need to go buy food, if it's not too hot tomorrow after Chaucer. Because: IT LOOKS LIKE RASPBERRIES ARE ON SALE YAY YAY YAY.