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My school's totally been suspended due to the virus. We're working out the logistics of returning the pottery I 'checked out' to analyze. Especially since I had six pieces I was told I absolutely had to get in tomorrow, a few hours before the announcement came out. I think my poor professor is screaming into a hole right now.
I feel very pent up and anxious. For reasons I don't want to get into, going out to class was a big release for me mentally. But I will endure. At least I have my health and won't be making anyone else's any worse.
I have some movies I rented two or so weeks ago - or was it last week? I'm having trouble with time. It's always been a little fuzzy for me. I'm planning on sitting down and watching them to shut my brain up for a bit. Abominable and Frozen 2 (I didn't realize they'd put that one up on the streaming service so early) - and I have Song of the Sea and Missing Link already purchased to watch.
Maybe I'll get really into ninja turtles. Feeling wild.
I'm not sure what's going to be done about my midterms and exams now that my professor is no longer allowed in the same building with her class. Let alone the aforementioned pottery.
In what was a big achievement until I realized the mental cost: I read a book. Elizabeth Peters' Crocodile on the Sandbank. I didn't realize you could still be so racist against Italians in the 70s. That racist against Egyptians in the 70s was not as surprising. So that's the only book I've managed to read in almost a year, not counting that one disney book.
I have, as they say, mixed feelings.
There were parts I liked but there were a lot of parts I just elaborated above that were pretty hecking offputting. Since the people recommending it to me did not mention these and in fact do not remember them when I ask about it, I'm not sure I can ask them if it gets better or not. This is like when my dad kept trying to get me to read Thomas Covenant but didn't remember he rapes someone.
I'm not consistent, if I was I wouldn't run Call of Cthulhu games or be so fond of Agatha Christie, but sometimes it just gets me down.
I feel very pent up and anxious. For reasons I don't want to get into, going out to class was a big release for me mentally. But I will endure. At least I have my health and won't be making anyone else's any worse.
I have some movies I rented two or so weeks ago - or was it last week? I'm having trouble with time. It's always been a little fuzzy for me. I'm planning on sitting down and watching them to shut my brain up for a bit. Abominable and Frozen 2 (I didn't realize they'd put that one up on the streaming service so early) - and I have Song of the Sea and Missing Link already purchased to watch.
Maybe I'll get really into ninja turtles. Feeling wild.
I'm not sure what's going to be done about my midterms and exams now that my professor is no longer allowed in the same building with her class. Let alone the aforementioned pottery.
In what was a big achievement until I realized the mental cost: I read a book. Elizabeth Peters' Crocodile on the Sandbank. I didn't realize you could still be so racist against Italians in the 70s. That racist against Egyptians in the 70s was not as surprising. So that's the only book I've managed to read in almost a year, not counting that one disney book.
I have, as they say, mixed feelings.
There were parts I liked but there were a lot of parts I just elaborated above that were pretty hecking offputting. Since the people recommending it to me did not mention these and in fact do not remember them when I ask about it, I'm not sure I can ask them if it gets better or not. This is like when my dad kept trying to get me to read Thomas Covenant but didn't remember he rapes someone.
I'm not consistent, if I was I wouldn't run Call of Cthulhu games or be so fond of Agatha Christie, but sometimes it just gets me down.