So. School Monday. Same place, same things being felt. I’m not sure how to look at this semester differently because it is, essentially, going to be exactly the same. The difference lies in how I look at it and how I make myself feel about it. But that’s much harder than it appears.
I just finished watching Shaun of the Dead. I wish everyone spoke like British people. The only problem is how hard it is to understand them because they talk so fast and use words only associated with that section of the world. (For example: Upon finishing the movie I proceeded to watch it with the commentary. Or, to be correct, “commentry”. Five British actors, sitting around in a room with a microphone, making jokes at light-speed…makes for a very difficult time)
It would take awhile to get used to, I suppose. But we’d get to trade our normal, dull sounding words for quirky, funny sounding ones: Our dollar would sound something more like a sea creature (Quid) and when you see two people making out you can shout something like this at them: “Eh! Quit your bloody snogging!”
Yes, snog means kiss in Britain. I’m not sure who decided the verbal correctness of that, but they must have had a sense of humor.
I just bought a book that is very much like exercising, only on paper. It’s a writing book that gives you prompts for every day of the year so that, instead of working writing into your schedule, it is always a part of your schedule. Genius, I wouldn’t last two entries. So what they’ve devised for people like myself is an index of categories that fit your mindset at the time. They have sections for things to write about to get over writer’s block (which I’ve decided doesn’t exist, it’s simply being too lazy to think) and ones for character development, and setting, and so on. The moment I picked it up I knew it would be handy to own. And when I looked at the price I didn’t cringe and immediately thrust it back into the world of random, potential purchases for other strangers. I want to say that I’ll be making good use of it at school during my “waiting” hours, but I’ll have to feel that one out. I’ll get to that bridge when I cross it.
I hope I still have some readers. I’m afraid I’ve been away too long and people think I’ve abandoned this thing. 1,891 is the count. I’ll give it a few days and see if it rises. Or maybe it will lower and I’ll end up somewhere in the negatives, we shall see.
Cheers
