Four days will quickly steep themselves in night;...
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mothwing...Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities...
Strange, things hormones can do to you. Crocky is away on a choir trip for four days and I am alone at home. Four days is not that much.
I have become what I always dreaded to be - the half of a couple. I!! Who has always mildly despised them and always looked down on them with some sort of benevolent incomprehension, those halves of an entity which is known as "__ and I".
I always hated how when they talk, something in the brain decides to filter out questions directed to the friended half of the being and responds with answers which generally have the format of "Well, I'm quite alright, but __, now, he....". Or how, when you ask such a halfling about their plans for the weekend, they will spend five minutes relating what __ has planned and is going to do before meandering to the point and letting you know that they are busy, as they are spending time with __ , of course. And how they live their lives through the achievements of the other. Terrible.
Having seen it happen to friends and acquaintances of my mother and also to one of my own friends, I swore myself never to become one of them. And now...? Just four. days and I am fussing! Well, I guess that will get better once I am back in the harsh reality of a long-distance relationship at home.
Still, it is depressing. I caught myself sitting at home, thinking about what Crocky might be doing right now...
Well, riding a bus. How interesting.
I used to think I was quite independent of the presence or absence of other people, a loner... There are a few exceptions, andangie_21_237 is one of them, but on the whole...? People? I'd rather be alone with a book. And now? Four days alone at home and it seems a vast expanse of time stretching in front of me, a small eternity. And still, for all independence, I guess I would not want to change this situation. Blasted hormones.
Well, I hope she'll have fun. She's away on a choir tour to Oban and Islay.
Envy!
They also get to sing the Skye Boat Song, which is my favourite Scottish Ballad ever.
Envy!
And they get to sing a Gaelic song in front of natives without knowing how to pronounce the words.
No envy there, but I'd love to see the audience's reactions.
... I really hope my camera is fine...
Now, how to fill that "vast expanse"...
Well, more time to sort through my uni stuff and dividing it into 'Bin' and 'Take home' piles, which is hard, as I can never throw anything away.
And I finished developing a sequence of lessons on modernism today and was going to start one on post modernism. Not that I will need it anytime soon, but it was fun.
And more time to finish the books I'm reading. Tess of the D'Urbervilles is better than I had anticipated, and Scotland - History of a Nation can be quite funny.
And I have to try the recipeangie_21_237 has sent me.
Oooh, and good news on the examiner front as well! Our darling Old German Professor Hartmut Freytag agreed to be an examiner in my Magister Exam. Wheee!
... Now I only need to get someone to finalise my change in course from Magister to Lehramt (the exams prospective teachers have to take in Germany which has the same content in the Majors as a Magister course, anyway. Plus lots of courses on education).
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities...
Strange, things hormones can do to you. Crocky is away on a choir trip for four days and I am alone at home. Four days is not that much.
I have become what I always dreaded to be - the half of a couple. I!! Who has always mildly despised them and always looked down on them with some sort of benevolent incomprehension, those halves of an entity which is known as "__ and I".
I always hated how when they talk, something in the brain decides to filter out questions directed to the friended half of the being and responds with answers which generally have the format of "Well, I'm quite alright, but __, now, he....". Or how, when you ask such a halfling about their plans for the weekend, they will spend five minutes relating what __ has planned and is going to do before meandering to the point and letting you know that they are busy, as they are spending time with __ , of course. And how they live their lives through the achievements of the other. Terrible.
Having seen it happen to friends and acquaintances of my mother and also to one of my own friends, I swore myself never to become one of them. And now...? Just four. days and I am fussing! Well, I guess that will get better once I am back in the harsh reality of a long-distance relationship at home.
Still, it is depressing. I caught myself sitting at home, thinking about what Crocky might be doing right now...
Well, riding a bus. How interesting.
I used to think I was quite independent of the presence or absence of other people, a loner... There are a few exceptions, and
angie_21_237 is one of them, but on the whole...? People? I'd rather be alone with a book. And now? Four days alone at home and it seems a vast expanse of time stretching in front of me, a small eternity. And still, for all independence, I guess I would not want to change this situation. Blasted hormones. Well, I hope she'll have fun. She's away on a choir tour to Oban and Islay.
Envy!
They also get to sing the Skye Boat Song, which is my favourite Scottish Ballad ever.
Envy!
And they get to sing a Gaelic song in front of natives without knowing how to pronounce the words.
No envy there, but I'd love to see the audience's reactions.
... I really hope my camera is fine...
Now, how to fill that "vast expanse"...
Well, more time to sort through my uni stuff and dividing it into 'Bin' and 'Take home' piles, which is hard, as I can never throw anything away.
And I finished developing a sequence of lessons on modernism today and was going to start one on post modernism. Not that I will need it anytime soon, but it was fun.
And more time to finish the books I'm reading. Tess of the D'Urbervilles is better than I had anticipated, and Scotland - History of a Nation can be quite funny.
And I have to try the recipe
angie_21_237 has sent me. Oooh, and good news on the examiner front as well! Our darling Old German Professor Hartmut Freytag agreed to be an examiner in my Magister Exam. Wheee!
... Now I only need to get someone to finalise my change in course from Magister to Lehramt (the exams prospective teachers have to take in Germany which has the same content in the Majors as a Magister course, anyway. Plus lots of courses on education).
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Date: Saturday, June 17th, 2006 05:42 pm (UTC)Well, riding a bus. How interesting.
*cuuuuuuute* You seem SO in LOVE! Just the right thing to do!
I used to think I was quite independent of the presence or absence of other people, a loner... ....And now? Four days alone at home and it seems a vast expanse of time stretching in front of me, a small eternity. And still, for all independance, I guess I would not want to change this situation. Blasted hormones.
Cross out the last sentence or exchange the last word by "soul/heart/heaven's power/etc" and it'll be perfect.
By Using the word "Hormones" too many people might think that you haven't had any chance not to love Crocky (if you wanted or not) instead of doing the best thing possible: deciding to love somebody.
Hope it won't be eternity too long! *thumbs up*
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Date: Monday, June 19th, 2006 02:22 pm (UTC)True, "hormones" make it sound bleaker than it is, but I didn't want to make this entry even more syrupy by writing "heart". :D
My small eternity is long but fine so far. I've started packing, we're heading home at the end of July... I hate wrapping up my life in boxes! And where did all the books come from? There are three huge boxes full of them already, and I haven't even started with the other stuff...
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Date: Sunday, June 18th, 2006 12:01 am (UTC)Seriously sweets, it's all good. You're a half, but think of how many people want to be you! You miss Crocky, but hopefully she'll be back before you know it. Life is good, and you know I'll be sending lots of positive thoughts your way! :)
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Date: Monday, June 19th, 2006 02:23 pm (UTC)