
Let's sail away past the tide and it's slow decay. Let's sail away to where the water goes, some endless open space. Let's sail away. Take only what you need, my love, and leave the rest behind. Don't be afraid of where we'll go, my love, I promise you will be fine. Now you are the only one that's mine.
I haven't posted in over a month. I'm afraid livejournal really just does nothing for me anymore. Instead, I've been spending much of my time watching Law & Order and playing chess by myself. (The result being that I can now figure out the murderer almost immediately and have quite perfected a number of opening chess moves that I can neither remember the name of nor will probably ever use.) And when I wasn't doing that, I generally worked on the various Christmas presents that I am giving people this year, or read, or ignored the enormous amount of schoolwork that finals time brings.
I do believe, however, that I broke a record with my history research paper. Originally I had intended on doing it on the influence of Greek literature on the modernist movement. But I am quite the slacker and get rather easily annoyed with modernists, so I changed it to the influence of the Trojan War on literature in general. This brought the amount of pretension in my paper down quite a bit, but I may have sacrificed any actual history: "Hi prof, I did my western civ paper on how a war that may or may not have really happened affected works that were mainly written after the time period we cover in class." Of course, it probably didn't help that I titled the thing in the most god-awfully ridiculous manner: "The Trojan War: the Tale that Launched a Thousand Poems." Sorry, Chris Marlowe! But, whatever, I wrote the entire thing (15 pages, handwritten, front and back) in about 3 hours. And that includes chess and sweet tea breaks.
The whole process also solidified my intense hatred for Agamemnon. Though I could not find a proper place to work that into the paper.
Goodness, writing an entry is like pulling teeth. I also did my first paid photo gig, auctioned off some pictures for charity (and they actually sold!) and have come to the sad realization that my eventual spinsterhood is offensive to all of my friends. The amount of blind dates (and non-blind dates, for that matter) that I have been asked to go on in the past couple of weeks is really quite astounding. I think this is a partial result of the fact that ALL (as in, EVERY SINGLE ONE) of my high school best friends are now engaged or already married. I only graduated last year!
And when I wasn't dealing with any of that I was watching Saturday Night Live repeats at 3 in the morning because I love when Bill Hader starts laughing in every one of those Scared Straight sketches.