bedlamsbard | a miscellaney (Reply)

As I usually do when I'm having bouts of...homesickness, I guess. I hesitate to actually label it homesickness, but since I've spent the past week sobbing, "I want to go home," in the shower (and half the time meaning Ellensburg and half the time meaning New Orleans), I guess homesickness might actually be the correct diagnosis. Er, what I was saying was, as I usually do when I'm having bouts of homesickness, I rediscovered Sugarland on my iTunes, which is the music of my heart, and hits home in so many ways. And sometimes the lyrics stab me in the heart because they're just so relevant to what's going through my head. (dear mom and dad / please don't worry because I'm all right -- although most of the chorus for that song is actually dear mom and dad / please send money.)

Anyway. SUGARLAND. Most of the country music on iTunes is my baby done left me angst, but then Sugarland.

(And what just came on is it gets better all the time.)

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Today I thought I'd be good and go to the library and study, but I walked into the library and remembered that I HATE IT. Like, it's a decent library, I just hate how the study spaces are set up, and the lighting's too bright and it's always too warm and there are too many people. So I took out five books instead, I just have to find somewhere to read them that isn't my room, because now that there's like sun and stuff it's become very obvious that the lighting in my room is TERRIBLE. The kitchen gets a lot of light because we have a corner apartment and there are floor-to-ceiling windows in that corner, but sometimes there's a lot of traffic.

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I don't even know what my hands, wrists, and forearms are doing. They're okay? Except when they're not. I think that I'd actually be fine knitting, I'm just mildly afraid to try. (Also I'm kind of convinced that I'm about to hit a point where I can knit but not type, but I'm also super-paranoid and that seems unlikely.)

So far the most bizarre (and least painful) thing is that my left hand, after I put the brace on, has recently started -- hmm, you know when you usually wear rings and then you take them off but your fingers are still used to the weight? My left hand has started doing that. I wear my NCI ring on my right ring finger, but I don't wear any rings on my left hand -- I used to, but not for about three years or so. So that's bizarre.

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As soon as I realize that I've been low-appetite I go back to having to eat ALL THE GODDAMN TIME. Okay, I'm fine with that, since my sweet tooth still hasn't reappeared so it's mostly fruit and bread.

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Today I made a LotR reference and neither of my flatmates (both English) got it. I was SO SAD. Although I've had the conversation with them before about how neither of them have read The Hobbit and LotR or seen all the movies, so I should have expected it, and YET.

(following discussion of how jacket potatoes are baked potatoes in America and if we call any other kinds of potatoes something different than in Britain)
S: "What else can you do with potatoes?"
Me: "Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew."
Me: *waits*
S and N: *blank stares*

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And on that note, today's Hobbit art rec theme is going to be food and eating. I thought I might have to scrape around to get enough art to fit the theme, but, as you might expect from a movie that includes a big food sequence near the beginning, nope! So ta for that, fanartists.

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