I actually wrote a post this afternoon between classes.
It wasn’t the best. It was actually quite lame. But I wrote it, which is more than I can say for other things I did today.
Somehow, I managed to lose the post. Perhaps Ecto decided to save the web from my atrocious writing. Perhaps I managed to close the window without saving. Whatever it was, the post is irretrievably gone.
The saddest part? That I had actually found a song quote to use as the title — the reason I hadn’t posted it when I wrote it — and now if I want to use that quote, I have to write it all over again.
I’m not in any hurry to do that.
Perhaps you’re wondering why I’m writing about the loss of a blog post, when it doesn’t matter what it is I post, or if I post at all. Mostly, it’s because I wanted people to know I had thought about writing, and that I had actually written something for the blog. And because poor Alturas was so excited about my blogging (she was next to me when I was writing it) that I didn’t want to let her down.
I guess I’ll try again tomorrow.
Yay! for finally getting to read some books for fun. Of course, I had to read part of Daniel Deronda as well for Victorian Literature, but I’m nearly done, so yippy!
- Jack Sprat Investigates: The Fourth Bear – Jasper Fforde
- The Dream-Hunter — Sherilyn Kenyon
- Elemental Magic — Sharon Shinn; Rebecca York; Carol Berg; Jean Johnson
Slightly disappointed with Elemental Magic, only because I bought it thinking it was romance, but it wasn’t really. Four short fantasy stories, each with a central couple–but none felt like a romance story, really.
Good thing about being home: ice cream bars.
Bad thing about being home: being home.
It’s only been two days, and already I miss my stuff. I didn’t get to watch Chuck tonight–sadly the NBC site doesn’t have tonight’s episode up; hopefully tomorrow–and I spent this morning at work with my mum reading back issues of People Magazine.
ME has already given up on the week at home, heading back up to Chico on Sunday, and I dearly wish I could have joined her. I miss the video games. And my books. And riding my bike. And my yarn collection. And not living out a duffle bag at the foot of the bed.
There are good things to being home, though. I got to wander through Wal-Mart’s Christmas decorations with Dustin last night. I get to harass my siblings (that doesn’t happen nearly enough). K bought me random presents–and handed over a sweatshirt that was too big on her but perfect on me. And the chicken caesar salad for lunch today? Nearly made up for having to wake up at 6am. Nearly.
I haven’t managed any real work yet… I have a rough draft that absolutely needs to be hashed out before monday, and a class journal that really needs to be finished. And a paper for that crap Ag class.
I think, instead, I’ll fall asleep watching Joost (again), and see how unproductive I can be tomorrow. I’m thinking very. I had a hankering for fanfiction this afternoon that I didn’t get to fulfill.
–”Paralyzer,” Finger Eleven: Them vs. You vs. Me
Absolutely nothing.
It was a sad sad week indeed. At least next week is a vacation, and I do nothing better on vacation than read.
I’m home today. Home, as in my parents’ house.
With a week off for Thanksgiving, it was a given I’d come home eventually, but my mom really pushed for the whole week, while ME was thinking more along the lines of just Thanksgiving. After much wrangling and mind changing–first it was Thursday then Tuesday, then I was taking the bus or train on Saturday, then my parents were coming to pick me up, then it was Monday, then it was ME and me in the car Saturday–I finally made it.
This week is like a vacation, but not. Sure, I don’t have to go to school, but I have two papers to write, and have to get up freakishly early to go to work with my mom (and doesn’t that make me sound like I’m 12 again?) in order to organize a drawer I left messy, and see all my former co-workers. I’m so looking forward to a chicken caesar salad at Papaya’s, but not the 6:30 wake-up call, or the sharing the bathroom with the parents.
My dad is still remodeling the downstairs bathroom, more affectionately known as mine. Without a sink, toilet, or even walls, I must share mirror space with my mom come Monday morning. I’m sure she’ll not like it at all, but that’s the price she’ll have to pay for my presence. I should ask to borrow one of her many robes, though, since it’s damn chilly in the morning, and I’ll have to traipse halfway through the house to get ready.
This afternoon I helped my brother pick up some sheetrock for his garage, and it was nice hanging out with him for a bit. We don’t usually do any of that, so it was…interesting. And I got to see my dog, who I’ve missed, even though I’ve only just finished fixing the things she broke last time I saw her.
I’m feeling really chatter-box like tonight, so hopefully the change in pace and scenery will be beneficial for the blog. As in, more posts this week than all of last month. Not like that’s a hard record to beat.
– “Right back where we started from,” Maxine Nightingale
I wish I could say I read more but no. Only one romance, and it was from the junk pile to boot.
- The Blanchland Secret– Nicola Cornick
It was decently okay, but I mainly picked it because I needed something to entertain myself while waiting for my carpool ride to show up, and it was raining. Might as well go with a book that I could stand to get wet. And still, it made me cry. It may move to the keeper pile.
Only one book this week (seems like I’m saying that a lot). This one is the second in the Looking Glass Wars series, and can I just say? Absolutely love it.
- Seeing Redd — Frank Beddor
I can’t wait for the third book in this series to come out (and I seriously hope it’s longer than a trilogy), and I love it so much that I have been known to buy a comic or two, chronicling the adventures of Hatter M, when he’s not with Alyss.
At least I managed to read one non-assigned book this week.
- The Law and the Lady – Wilkie Collins
- A Study in Scarlet and The Sign of Four — Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
- Fantasy Lover — Sherrilyn Kenyon
Fantasy Lover was brilliant, right up until the heroine seemed to become someone else at the end. Still, can’t wait to start my next book by Kenyon.
Nothing.
That’s right, I didn’t finish a single book this week. I hate when all my reading is school related.
There are more books I should have finished this week, but it’s hard for me to finish books I’ve read previously, especially when they are assigned, and I’ve got more books to read. So a romance detour it was this week. If you can call two books a detour.
- Once Upon a Seduction — Jamie Sobrato
- Eye of Heaven — Marjorie M. Liu
