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Jan. 9th, 2013 05:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardApparently when I'm tired I get a bit addled, to the extent that I decided it was smartest to walk to the furthest away grocery store in my range instead of the closest because I wouldn't have to cross so many roads. *hands*
Which is to say, I'm back in Leicester. My primary emotion for the past couple days -- including the one I spent in transit, I guess that counts as a day -- has been annoyance; I hate traveling, I hate living in what feels like transition, and I am pretty much the epitome of the homebody. I can probably count on one hand the number of times I left my house over break. I sometimes wonder what the hell I was thinking when I decided to go to (a) undergrad on the other side of the country and (b) postgrad on the other side of the world. Transit pretty painless this time; I was in transit for about nineteen hours or so? Nine of which were the actual flight. Now I know why I should buy my train tickets in advance; at least I ended up going straight from St. Pancras to Leicester, no stops in between, but dear god: they gave me an open ticket and agh, the price. If I'd realized it would have cost that much I would have just taken the coach from Heathrow.
I did pick up a copy of The Hobbit in Sea-Tac for a reread: still delightful! Really interesting reading that first 1/3 after having seen the movie (three times). (I was sort of on Hobbit overload during traveling: I picked up the Rolling Stone Hobbit collector's edition, and I was listening to the soundtrack, and I've seen the movie enough now that I can practically say the lines along with the music, which is cool...at least I wasn't working on my Hobbit-y -- well, dwarven-ish -- socks.)
Of course, I got back and realized that I have a paper due in four days and I haven't started writing it yet, though I've done a fair chunk of the research; it just needs to be hammered into a form in which I can beat it into text, wow, that metaphor made no sense, I need a cup of tea and to eat something. To be fair, also probably a shower.
Which is to say, I'm back in Leicester. My primary emotion for the past couple days -- including the one I spent in transit, I guess that counts as a day -- has been annoyance; I hate traveling, I hate living in what feels like transition, and I am pretty much the epitome of the homebody. I can probably count on one hand the number of times I left my house over break. I sometimes wonder what the hell I was thinking when I decided to go to (a) undergrad on the other side of the country and (b) postgrad on the other side of the world. Transit pretty painless this time; I was in transit for about nineteen hours or so? Nine of which were the actual flight. Now I know why I should buy my train tickets in advance; at least I ended up going straight from St. Pancras to Leicester, no stops in between, but dear god: they gave me an open ticket and agh, the price. If I'd realized it would have cost that much I would have just taken the coach from Heathrow.
I did pick up a copy of The Hobbit in Sea-Tac for a reread: still delightful! Really interesting reading that first 1/3 after having seen the movie (three times). (I was sort of on Hobbit overload during traveling: I picked up the Rolling Stone Hobbit collector's edition, and I was listening to the soundtrack, and I've seen the movie enough now that I can practically say the lines along with the music, which is cool...at least I wasn't working on my Hobbit-y -- well, dwarven-ish -- socks.)
Of course, I got back and realized that I have a paper due in four days and I haven't started writing it yet, though I've done a fair chunk of the research; it just needs to be hammered into a form in which I can beat it into text, wow, that metaphor made no sense, I need a cup of tea and to eat something. To be fair, also probably a shower.