Back at the university
Saturday, October 30th, 2004 02:56 amBack at the university, back to work, back in reality. Joy. Lots of work, little time, little sleep, and all in all around 1300 pages of different books to read for next week plus a term paper due on Monday.
( Rant about the university from a lazy student who actually enjoys eating and sleeping )
All this just needs more time! I tried to speed-read my assignments, but when I had successfully overlooked the death of Emily's (=main character) father in Udolpho, I went back to normal speed.
I want to crawl into a cave, curl up in a corner, and not come out or speak again until this horrible month is over. And the next one as well just to be on the safe side.
I've got a cold, am once again nothing but a financial factor for my father, am heading at a very own personal crisis, it's autumn, my annual depressive phase kicks in. Since my father is in Hesse, I am suddenly the official computer expert in the house, but I have no clue about what is wrong with the router. I have no time due to the university and suddenly, and my family kindly left me to deal with half the household because the four others are busy with training a dog and working, fourteen year-old boys, in Hesse or my 84-years-old grandma, who is an exception because she actually does something.
I can't believe that I'm feeling sorry for myself in the middle of the night again. Must be the gothic influence of Udolpho. The novel makes me wonder how Radcliffe herself stayed awake,throughout all the descriptions of nature, indirect renderings of people in raptures about nature, romantic/gloomy/melancholy moods and diegetic summaries of anything that might have been vaguely interesting if it had been elaborated and rendered in a more direct way.
I wish Crocky was here. Things are so empty without her, especially at this memory-infested university in this memory-infested city. Especially since Julez is in Glasgow as well now and my other friends are gone or angry with me for being busy all the time as well. Why is Hanover so far away?